Sol Grim

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Dalious

When Gravous called him out, Dalious instinctively looked behind himself to see who he must have been talking about. When he realized that it was actually him being pointed at, he smelt his armpit and gave an agreeing nod. "I'll give you that one, mate."

It was at this point that the pirate knew he was done for. Apparently he had misread these strangers, thinking them now to be of the same cloth as his old crew. He was on his own. Looking around the cell again as if he hadn't one hundred times already, he desperately hoped he would notice something he hadn't before. If only he had a lockpick, or even something small enough to fit into the lock. Suddenly an idea came to him, he just needed a bit of luck.

"You win, Captain Crom, there I said it," Dalious spoke to Joss, attempting to ruse in his defeat. "You are the better Captain. I realize my mistakes, now that I've reached my lowest. Well, besides that time I hit rock bottom in Naveroth. That was lower, those folks there just had a thing out for me, the pissy wanks." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I accept my fate and applaud your victory. May you sail many waves, I just had one small favor to ask of you. I, also, am quite hungry. I could use some food, doesn't even have to be your finest. I'll take the raw fish the men were to throw back, I'm starving!" He lied in hopes of getting a fish, as their bones might be sharp enough to fit the lock. If anything it was worth a shot.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

I'll get a post in tomorrow eveningish, just in case you're waiting on me as I have the next two days off from work and am currently exhausted.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Johnny Blackburn

The radio was cutting in and out as some people back home were trying to respond to him. Something about Parris setting up for all out war, as well as something about Kate's garden. "Tell Kate, I don't give a damn about her garden! No, no don't tell her that." He only got static back now, so he clicked it off.

Johnny rode Brisco atop a hill parallel to where the horde would be. He was about an hour and a half ahead of them, though could smell them still when the wind picked up. Below him a mound of rocks led down to where a lone gas station was, the vehicles around it were broken down and aged. If the horns worked, he could make them sound off and lead as much of the zombies this way as possible. This area was far enough away from home that if the horde came down here, they would disperse toward the trees and into the canyons. That was the plan anyway.

"Alright Brisco, lets do this!" he spoke to his horse. He pulled the reigns for the horse to go down the rocks and hill but the animal stopped at the edge, refusing to go. "Come on Brisco, we have to get down there. Move!" He tried again, this time the horse pushed backward and let out a cry. "Look buddy, I know you're scared. I am too, but I won't let them get you I promise. We just, we just gotta do this. A lot of people might die otherwise, are you with me?" The horse nodded its head. "Okay then..." Being sure of having cooperation this time, Johnny pulled the reigns to go forward. Brisco bucked and kicked sideways, knocking Johnny entirely off and down the rock covered hill. He luckily missed the big rocks on the way down, bumping and crashing into a few sharp ones along the way. He landed face first in the wet grass below.

"The fuck!!" the Rockstar yelled in anger, wiping his face as clean as he could with his sleeves. He looked up to the horse who still stood atop the hill. "Fine, stay up there! See if I give a damn about you when they start coming!"

Johnny spat and then stormed off and toward the gas station first. Smashing the glass doors, he knelt and entered carefully as to not cut himself again. Most all of the shelves were cleaned out already, making it a quick look. He ran into the office and looked around, seemed cleaned out as well. The last place he looked was the desk drawer, and inside that drawer was a blow horn and some porn magazines, as well as some mace. Johnny pocketed the mase and went to leave, though sounds from outside paused him. Was the horde already here? He then quickly checked his revolver, only 5 bullets left. The horse carried his bow and eleven arrows. He heard the sounds again, this time closer. He ducked low and made his way behind some cover.

This plan had to work and it was already going to shit.

He didn't have time to stay there, so he moved and exited the station. Staying low he looked around the building and back to his horse. Nothing but the wind. Good. He ran to one of the cars, an old faded blue ford Taurus. The window was already down so he unlocked it and pressed on the vehicle's horn. It let out a loud, normal beep. It wasn't loud enough, he needed all of these vehicles to start honking plus his blow horn. Grabbing some bricks and sticks, he set them near to him on the ground. In the trunk he found some tie down straps, though there were not enough. Pressing the brick to the horn, he tied it as tight as he could while using the stick to hold it in place. The horn rang out loudly, continuous and lasting. Being pleased with the outcome, he knew he would have to wait a bit longer until he set them all off together. That would take timing...and more things to use as rope. He pulled the brick off and stopped the noise for the moment, looking around. Some vehicles had to be moved.

Pursuit of Power

Dalious

"...Instead of slinking off to drown yourself in drink."

He was just thinking about that very thing as the Father had said it. Not wanting to cause any more upsets, he just nodded and went along with everything as told. Walking back to the bed he let out a huff, at least the Father didn't say anything about whether he could get revenge or not. "He's so caring that one..."

“What are you doing standing up? Do you really want to die so much? You nearly bled out a couple of hours ago, you need to rest.”

Dalious stared at the healer woman with wide eyes for a moment, before complying by sliding back into bed. "Yes, madam,"

“I’m sure your delegation has rooms assigned in the palace, but if you would prefer something less… formal, I have a perfect spot for you to stay at for couple of hours,” she informed him while grinning. Dalious paused in response as he didn't know what 'delegation' meant, so he just stared at her with confused eyes.

"If I owed you anything before, we're now even." Laurel said to him.

Dalious just gave her a kind nod to say he agreed. The Earthican princess stopped him from speaking his mind further as he did not want to cause any more outbursts from her. He could tell she didn't like him, also noting the bond she shared for her warrior. Things were becoming clearer for him. He stayed silent as they conversed, until they all left the room leaving him alone with the healer.

"I'm actually feeling much better already," he told her with a grin, patting the clean bandages over his wound. "Perhaps I'll visit your 'perfect spot' another time, I've got a few things to do...revenge to obtain, you know, little things..." He lifted himself only to fall and slunk back down in the bed. The pain had sharpened, and his body felt weak and fragile. "Or, maybe I'll just stay here a bit longer..."

A moment later the losers from the arena battle had started to pour into the room from the halls. They were loud and obnoxious, their armor dented and their mouths filled with complaints of the arena winner, Ultfic. He was the captain of the kingsguard for Earthica, and the way they spoke of him made him sound like he was two stories tall and could breathe fire.

Dalious ultimately kept to himself, up until one of the wounded men howled over to the healer as if she were an animal. The rude man called her over, ordering her to help him next. Dalious forced himself out of bed this time, taking a second to collect himself before he walked over and kindly told the man, "Piss off, you wait your turn like everyone else."

There was an awkward pause, but the man oblidged with a shrug of a shoulder. He and a few of the other wounded all walked out, deciding it wasn't worth getting into another fight over. For the few wounded that remained, Dalious decided that he would help the healer in caring for them. Not because he cared, but if he was to stay here any longer, he'd need something to do. He didn't much like rest.

"Let me help you," he told her, and without waiting for a response he grabbed the first injured man he crossed and looked at his wounds. "The bloody hell, a mere scratch! Get out of here you big baby!"

The next one was a bit more serious, as the arena champion appeared to have knocked him a good one on his forearm. Dalious began cleaning it with a rag though his attention stayed on the healer. "What is your name, and why do your people have those dots on their foreheads?" he asked, while the man he was caring for let out a sigh from the discomfort he was feeling. Dalious pointed a scolding finger at the wounded man and told him, "Shut it!"

"...I am Captain Dalious Durendail," he continued to speak toward the healer, of which he didn't yet know was part of the royal family. "One of the most famous sea captain's of our era, as shitty an era as it may be." He bowed to her, then continued to wipe the blood from the man's wound. "I'm sure you've heard of me....how did you come to be a healer?" The wounded man grunted again as Dalious carelessly wiped his blood clean. "Or should I ask why?"

Finally a servant came by with a tray of drinks, Dalious flagged her down and grabbed two glasses of wine in each of his hands. "Well, I suppose that's as good as it gets, mate."

"...but you didn't do anything," the man said, attempting to grab one of his drinks but it was pulled away.

"I'll hear no lip from you, off you go!" he shooed him away and took his bed. After downing one glass, he moved on to the next as he would listen to anything the healer had to say.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

oh no you don't have to edit I meant after that, I'll work with it and let you know more when I can.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Maybe ill cross paths with you at a lone gas station. You could be looking for more alcohol whileim looking for distractions.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

@cio. You might be near Johnny, if you want me to run into you. I'm dealing with a massive horde atm could use the help leading some away.

Pursuit of Power

Dalious

"Need another shot!!" he shouted as he sprang awake, instantly regretting it from the pain he felt. Glancing over to one side he saw that he was not alone. Cursing himself for forgetting to tell the servant to be discrete, his vision soon came into focus of the earthican woman from the arena. She appeared to be wounded from the fight as well, her princess and one other near to her. "You just had to see me again..." he spoke toward Laurel.

Looking down at his bandaged wound, he felt it around a bit to see that it was well taken care of. He then nodded over to the princess of Earthica, feeling far underprepared to speak with royalty. "My lady, you should be proud of your fighters. I feel sorry for whomever stands across the battlefield from them. Who won, by the way? Eh, doesn't much matter, what's say the lot of us head back over to that fancy garden bar, eh? We could..." Dalious just then glanced to his other side, seeing the Father looming there silently. His cold expression read a thousand words, stopping Dalious from speaking further. His mood and tone shifted, as he found himself getting out of the bed.

"If you could send my best to the healer of my wounds, my lady," Dalious said as he exited the room. "This wound was not caused from the tournament, but happened prior in a bar brawl at the Frozen Candle. A mere scratch, reopened." With that he left and walked a few paces past the Father to speak with him privately.

"I was just having a bit of fun, those fighters chosen to represent us were garbage. If I only had your son, it would have turned out differently," he told him. "Means nothing, I'll make it up to you. What would you have me do?"

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Johnny Blackburn had been prone for the last forty minutes, waiting for the deer to come further from the tree line. He was far from the Parris Security of which he stayed, deep in the desert area leading toward Nevada. Here there were cliffs and canyons stretching as far as the eyes could see, little life left out here save for the animals. It was rare to find deer so far out, but he had been tracking one for the last couple of hours. Finally the deer emerged from the shrubs and Johnny readied and aimed his wooden oak longbow. He was a good thirty yards away when he loosed the arrow, it narrowly missing as the deer scurried off into the trees. "Shit!" He had never really been the best with a bow, but ever since finding it he had been getting better. Just not today.

It was getting late. Johnny preferred being out by himself, sometimes for weeks, which was why he volunteered to be a hunter. Even without the deer, this was a successful venture. Walking back to his brown horse, Brisco, he checked his belongings one last time before he would head back to camp. Four squirrels, two rabbits, and eight quail. This was a successful hunting trip, though the deer would have topped it off. Setting his machete and longbow in the horses satchel, he got on and directed home. As they moved through the valley, he rechecked his handheld radio to see if there was any reception.

"Hello, anyone read? It's Johnny-" he spoke into it, only to receive static back. He needed to get up in altitude and much closer.

A few hours in to his trek, he noticed there were many vultures flying up in the sky nearby. Something big was dead, as there were more and more of them flocking together just over the hill. Deciding to check it out, he rode Brisco over and onto one of the hills that led to a cliff. On the other side, he hopped off Brisco and got to the edge. There were hundreds of infected all grouped together in one massive horde, all of them seemingly coming from the city and walking directly towards home. A haunting chill passed over his spine, the former Rockstar had not seen this many grouped together since the concert days way back when. He tried the radio again.

"Parris, Parris you read it's Johnny," he said, climbing higher for better reception. "There's a massive horde to the southeast of base, heading toward you, copy? 'Bout two days march away, I'll try to lead them off. Over."

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Dalious

As the sleeping one finally awoke, Dalious opened his mouth to speak to him as he had the others. Just then the crew came down and he held his tongue, wincing at the sight of them and rolling his eyes. Moving his foot just in time to miss the crewmate's spit, he crossed his arms and listened intently from behind the bars. A raft made of ice? Dalious found himself in awe of the subject, eyes wide as well. He wished he had seen such a thing in person, wondering which of the newcomers pulled that off.

Dalious couldn't help but let out a bursting laugh when Joss was finished with his speech. After the elf spoke, he cut in."Ha! Yeah, you're a real bunch of sweethearts. Wouldn't happen to have any sugar with that crocked shite would ya, mate? I don't know what your dealings are with this group Mutiny, but as for me, if you're gonna sell me off that's fair game. Eye for an eye, we're pirate's I get it. However the price is far too low from what the crew's told me, I'm worth at least double you shite."