Sol Grim

The Dead and the Dying

He just wanted to impress. and now he's dead lol.

The Dead and the Dying

we need bigger guns lol. If it helps any, fiends can hear really well, but lack good vision. Covering yourself in mud or standing perfectly still can sway them. But don't smell like blood.

The Dead and the Dying

"You don't need to know," Dallen said, then used his free hand to put the mask back over the woman's head. "Blindfolded, that was the deal."

He revved the engine and sped off down the nearest highway. The plan was to take her 18 miles out, then dump her wherever the hell that was. He was thinking about not even letting her have the supplies he promised her. Who would know? She wouldn't know how to get back. Right? Though the humanity was still in him, and he turned away from it all.

"It's not tight enough," Dallen reached over and pulled the bag tighter to make sure she couldn't see, yeah that was it. "Spread your legs. Easy honey, it's not like that." Dallen reached over and put his arm between her legs, and under the seat. He pulled out a machete and then switched it to his left hand. He braced a shoulder against the side of the jeep and held out the machete as they came upon a lone walker in the road. He drove just to the side of the walker as the machete perfectly sliced through its head. "Oh!! You should've seen that one."

He looked over and sighed, then took off her mask.

"You're harmless anyway," he said.

Suddenly a flare flew into the sky. Dallen instantly knew it was one of there own, as he had picked up the flare guns from the helicopter. There was a chance it could be someone else, but he knew it wasn't likely. Dallen turned onto one of the many trails and began toward it.

"Strap in," he said.

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Ethan listened to everything Reena had to say with an open mind. She was right and he knew it. James was actually becoming a friend as well, at least in his eyes. He knew he had to step up, which was why he was here in the first place.

"Thank you," Ethan said. "And I'm sorry. I'm going to help out."

He took her hand, and went off to the dark of the forest. The sunlight shone through in various places, but the trees and their leaves overcame the sky. Moments later, he spotted a jack rabbit just a few feet away.

"I got it," Ethan said, rushing forward.

The rabbit ran off and he followed. Through the brushes and shrubs, the vines and branches. The animal was always just out of reach, everytime he paused to aim, it moved on. And he followed, ignoring anything Reena would say if he could hear her anyway. He was focused.

Finally it stopped, just atop a leaf covered hill. He aimed and fired, hitting it directly.

"Yes!"

A few dark birds flew off from the sound, though all else remained quiet and still, a soft breeze filling the air. Ethan rushed forward to the spot and climbed the hill. He pushed the brushes away and spotted Reena catching up to him from a distance.

"Reena, look!" Ethan said looking her dead in the eye. "I got it! First try!"

It was then that Ethan looked down the hill. There he saw them, covered and devouring flesh and guts in a pit where the hill led to. Ethan's eyes widened in pure horror at the sight. The dead rabbit rolled down the hill to the pit, where three angry fiends were. They were as wide as a gorilla, and as long as a tiger. The three infected fiends immediately noticed Ethan.

"RUN!!!" Ethan screamed to Reena. He quickly pulled out a flare gun from his belt holster and fired it into the air. "RUUN!!! RUN!"

Ethan charged head on into the already moving creatures. He raised his gun and fired useless shots at one, but they all three overwhelmed him almost immediately.

"RUUUUNNN!!!" Ethan pleaded.

The fiends ripped into him, tearing off his arms and legs as they tore out his chest. They sunk their mouths into him and feasted.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Dalious was unable to put the whiskey down after everything happened with Drosil. The un-killable psycho assassins were one thing, but seeing magic in such a pure form was another. The entire time of travel, all he could do was think about it, while drinking from his flasks quite often. He kept to his own thoughts, even humming a few tunes along the way, but rarely spoke out of fear he would turn into a frog or something. He wasn't fully aware of how magic actually worked, he only knew he couldn't control or stop it. Therefore, he hated it.

Hearing someone murmur quietly in his ear, he quickly turned to them with an eyebrow slightly raised. "I do not know what happened!" he spat. "I saw nothing, damn you!" It was in this moment that he realized the person he was talking to wasn't even paying attention to him up until now, as they gave off a confused look. "Uhm, I mean nothing." He quietly snapped the reigns on Stealthion so that he may trot a bit faster, pulling his hood over his head and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

By the time they reached the village, he had calmed down greatly, as now he was feeling the booze along with the soft breeze of the air around them. He quickly chose the path that lead to more liquor once the option was there, and so followed the prince. While Cyril was in conversation, the pirate couldn't help but to check out the barmaiden's breasts the entire time.

"That he can," Dalious said. "Unfortunately, waiting is not within my skill sets when there is whiskey to be had. Three whiskeys!" He gave a slight head motion as if to tell the barmaiden to put the tab on the prince. "...I'm with him." After the whiskeys were set in front of him, he pounded them each down one after another without a single change in his face, he simply just stared at the woman on the other side until the task was complete. "And a pint of ale, my lady."

He wasn't sure if it was five minutes later, twenty, an hour, or even if it was the very next moment, but he somehow found himself huddled around a corner with a few others laughing about things and stories he could not remember. There was a target on one of the back walls with everyone throwing daggers and knives at it. Stumbling over a lass, he made it back to his feet and was handed a few knives.

"He can't even stand straight!!" he heard one say, but rather get a glimpse of the man he only caught wiff off his foul drunk breath.

"I need not stand straight, when my world revolves around me," He said. "Besides mate, I've seen a shark eat a man whole, true story."

"Throw already!"

Before the man could finish the sentence, Dalious tossed a knife dead center of the target, then tossed the second directly near it.

"Gotta take a piss!" he said, then wandered out of the tavern to find an alley.

The Dead and the Dying

No need for sorries school is more important! Well, for you lol. Im sorry to, ive been stoned a little to much lately and ive lost my mind...track of time I mean. I will try to post when iI get home...also, ive been playing a lotta witcher12, and now 3. Lol.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

It all had happened faster than he could recollect. In the moment of the otherworldly chaos, all he could do was remain motionless and watch. A heavy disoriented feeling consuming his body and mind, Dalious stared blank eyed in awe at all that had transpired before him. Demons from depths unknown to him seemed to consume the assassins entirely, their forms of beings never before seen by the human eye, as far as he knew. Were they sea monsters pulled from the lowest chasms of the sea? Or creatures from an unknown universe? Perhaps they were seen as they were from his very own imagination? Maybe a mix of all three?

Though he stood quiet before the being that took over Drosil, he felt his mind alone may have been enough to agree with the entity's demand. Whether it be forced upon him or not, sheer fear of the unknown and what could come of it made the man have to agree with keeping a silence on the matter. It was a secret he would keep to the grave, though after what he had just seen he wasn't sure if the grave itself was the end of all things anymore. Besides, even if he wanted to speak of it he was unsure of how to even come about it. He had so many questions he instinctively wanted to ask, perhaps needed to ask, but the vow of silence was more powerful than his own agendas.

It had taken only a mere moment in time for Dalious' complete world to be changed and questioned. Before his brain could sting any more on the events that had just occurred, he realized that the Drosil he knew from his company was back in the room with him and was speaking to him. Dalious glanced around the aftermath once more, seeing the blood and mutilated corpses on the ground. Smelling the unnerving scent of death and sea water mixed together.

"You...must have blacked out," he spoke, still a bit dazed and confused. "They moved on, perhaps called away by whatever created them...perhaps the sound of the castle horns scared them off..." Dalious shook his head and for the first time regained himself in composure and mind. "Perhaps they grew tired of feeling my blade...I know not. Seven hells I need a drink!"

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

well hopefully he saves me lol

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

"Hold your ground!!" Dalious shouted.

The few men left standing with Dalious had been killing the same assassins over and again, slowly losing their numbers in the process. More of the shadowed immortals had come to join in, causing the fight to last longer than any would have expected. They were trapped in a medium sized room of the castle, boarding up the windows and door as best they could with what little they had. With each successful hole in the wall covered, another was almost immediately being torn down yet again.

"There's no end to them!" one Barcean said in a panicked tone.

"How do we fight what can not be killed?" another asked.

The pirate had no answers for them. He was to busy hacking off their limbs to even think of an end to all of this. All he knew was that they had to keep fighting, until the end. He was no leader of men, but the scared few left in his company still looked to him for a solution. The table that was set upright against the door was starting to falter, with the assassin's blades rapidly piercing through and splintering the wood. One of the company was grabbed by the hair at a window, the top of his head being scalped by the assassin on the other side. The shrill scream from the poor man even gave the self proclaimed fearless pirate a shiver up his spine, leaving him with a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. The assassin let loose the man, who staggered for a bit with no top to his head, then he fell facefirst onto the floor like a dropping rock. Dalious rushed over and drove his katana into the assassin's throat as the shadowed figure tried to enter, then shoved it back out for the moment.

"What do we do?"

"We have to fight through them," Dalious said. "We have to get to the others, to the prince."

"The prince is likely dead already!"

"Nevertheless, what choice do we have?" Dalious said. The pirate stood to the center of the room, the three others remaining with him joining at his sides. They waited with weapons drawn and positions held as the wood from the barricade continuously cracked. "Ready yourselves!"

The doors burst open and in came a horde of the shadowed assassins. Dalious struck the first at the shins, then he rolled by the next and brought his blade in an upstroke, spliting one of them in clear halves. His companions held well for the moment, hacking down the first onslought with relative ease. They kept coming, though, from as far into the dark hallway as could be seen. One of the companions was overwhelmed by three assassins, as they all rushed him and stuck him simultaneously at his gut. The next companion fell seconds later as he was struck at the back, a long blade piercing through his heart and out of his chest.

It was now only Dalious and one other, who both fought back to back and slew a great number of the attackers. One by one the assassins dropped at their hands, only to slowly rise again as more poured into the room. Dalious' companion's hand was cut off by a swift strike, though the momentum of the moment pushed him on. He screamed aloud and rushed the brunt of the foes, tackling those at the door to the ground.

"GO!" he screamed, soon after being cut deeply all across his sprawled out body.

Dalious tossed a knife into one of the assassin's eyes, then dove over the bodies huddled by the door. He quickly rushed to his feet and ran down the hallway toward the outside, only to be halted in his steps. More approached at the end of the hall and those behind him began to rise.

"Should've stayed at sea..." he muttered.

Dalious used his shoulder to bash into one of the side rooms. He ran through it and into the next, finding a staircase that led to more rooms at the upper level. He had never had the chance of wandering the castle prior to this moment, so each room he entered was a gamble. The castle became a dark labrynth from here on, as almost every corner seemed to have more of those things coming from it.

He turned a corner and came face to face with three more attackers. His lungs burnt and his breath was heavy, though he pushed forward. He blocked the first few attacks and then shifted his body to the side, then hacked off one of their heads. He grabbed the headless body before it fell and turned it so it was facing the other two. He drove his katana deep through the corpse and held it up, using it as a shield against the other attacks. With his free hand he let out his hidden gauntlet blade for offense. Dalious managed to pass the other two to the other side, blocking every attack with the flesh from his shishkabob assassin shield. The shield itself reanimated, but all it could do was wave its arms around aimlessly as Dalious carefully backed down the corridor.

More assassins came from the staircase that he had just come from, quickly clogging the dark hallway as they slowly creeped toward the pirate. He stuck one in the throat with his blade, then shoved the flesh shield at the others, toppling them over one another. Dalious moved further down the hall until he tripped over another corpse, though this one was one of the prince's people. From the floor, he looked over to see many of them, all severed and mutilated as far as his eyes could see. He crawled amongst them, trying desperately to get by as the horde slowly approached yet again. He gave one last glance back at the assassins, then grabbed something upright. A leg, he turned back to look up at what appeared to be Drosil, though from his bottom view the mage looked slightly different. There was a purplish glow about him and his eyes looked to be nonhuman from his perspective. Normally the pirate would be joyed to see the man, but something was off.

"Dros..?" he said, suddenly feeling the nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach come back to him.

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

Lol! I'm not sure where I'm going with this random post i'm writing, but I've kinda accidentally written myself into a dead end. So my question becomes, will "drosil" attack any on sight (me?) or does he just want to have a nice friendly chat over tea? ((Again, I'm scared.))

The Origin: A War Resumed (Arc One; Completed)

-runs in the opposite direction-