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The man would make note of a figure standing amongst the top of one of t's nearby canyons, a humanoid figures by the looks of it. The distance with just a set of regular human eyes would only portray the outline of a lean figure, but if one were to look closer with some form of binoculars or optics it happened to be a man. A man whom stood at the measly height of 5'6" with what appeared to look like rawhide clothing covering his body, and in a way appeared to be a native to the more sparse realms of the desert planet.

The man who stood there appeared to be simply watching the man whom had appeared from nowhere from a sort of rift on what the man saw as a motorised vehicle of some sort. The dry blistering winds of the desert pelting sand into the face of the unmoving figure as a set of wild brown eyes surveyed a possible scene that would soon come.

Looking for Another fight, this time with more dudes prepared!

@TristwichI might be interested.

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Rune_Alchemist@Lord Zee
David simply just... watched her walk off for a moment, blinking his eyes as if thinking how he had stepped forward might have scared her off. Although, he'd follow after her after she made her way further into the alleyway. He would atop and watch for a moment, widening his eyes at her odd demeanor and occasional twisted smiles that irked him in the wrong way. One thing that she mentioned was the mention of the U.S., which all was needed to perk his interest.

The man however widened his eyes at the macabre display of gore as he watched her perform the ritual. Now, his year deployment within Somalia had had him seen some particularly nasty things from men bleeding out of their femorial arteries to the guts spilling out of men, and on occasion seeing Somalian warlords eat the hesrts of their enemies. It was just... something that caused him to lock in place at the sight, nothing that made him run though due to the horrors he had seen training him in a way for such. He Wouldn't stop her but ley her do it, at this point the man not being the kind to help individuals he personally think deserved to bleed out.

Although... the sudden insurgence of power and energy nearly knocked him onto his rear as he stumbled back and regained his balance. The brightness of the portal causing him to close one eye like he was trained to preserve what vision he had. He would simply watch something that he thought only existed in D&D campaigns and LotR happen before him and well... something odd about him was a sudden sense of motivation urged on by such. The man would go to put his motorcycle helmet on and black gloves on before then stepping into the portal as she made it.

David would be seen walking out of the portal with Cyr, not entirely capable of being seen as dazed as he walked out covered in full leather and a motorcycle helmet. His eyes underneath the visor widening at the sight of everything and everyone around him.

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Rune_AlchemistI was busy with classwork and so on, sorry for all that.

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Rune_AlchemistDavid would look at Cyl oddly, raising a brow at her as he'd go to drop his cigarette to the ground and rub the cigarette into the asphalt below with the heel of his boot. He'd go to stand up from the wall, locking his eyes onto her/him cautiously as his eyes looked over the woman for a moment. His training taught him that even the most unlikely people could be the most dangerous threats, in this case he was wondering if she was some sort of criminal. It's no surprise to him that someone like that would approach him especially in the alleyway of London, England in the year 2018, and he had his doubts on how exactly... dangerous she was due to how small she looked. He was particularly confident to be capable of stopping her from doing something if she tried, although this woman acted... odd, much odder than any other person he had ever met in his whole life.

The man would actually be seen stepping towards her, his thought being he'd be capable of probably minimizing the amount of damage she could do with a gun, or draw her knife in a smaller distance. Although his hands stayed at his sides as he looked upon her with a set expression, nothing cold but a typical expression that held a bit of caution to such. His hands stayed wide open as he would tilt his head at her just a slight bit, a habit he has had ever since he was a young child and something boot camp never was capable of beating out of him, nor any officer or NCO or SNCO possible. She'd make note that he closed enough distance to make them only a body apart from one another, something not too awkward but something still rather close.

David would slowly stache his pack of cigarettes into the jeans he was wearing, letting said hand just dangle at his side as he would lock his eyes with hers, a sort of confidence brought on by several years of pure hazing embedded deep within his demeanor, face and eyes as he would ask her in a confident tone, "Sure, show me what it is."

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

@Rune_Alchemist
And... the eager young Godling would come across a man in the alleyways much unlike the many English people within the streets. A man who appeared much broader than he really was, leaning up against the brick wall of one of the buildings in the alleyway with his eyes looking towards the dim skyline. He'd appear to be someone of military status, due to how his hair was cut in a jardhead like manner, a clean 2x1 cut ontop of his head, with a lean face that barely twitched or moved. He appeared to be wearing thick leather protective gear with the name of the infamous North American Harley Davidson Company strewn about all over the suit, due to both the cold weather and the motorcycle he was currently riding within the country.

Lean and still built, standing at 5'8", the man's face held a degree of confidence to it, slight scarring and a bit of slight aging on his face despite seeming rather... young for a Human being. The man's name was David Turner, and David currently was enjoying a drag from a cigarette within the alleyway of... London for some reason, although the training he had had drilled into him years ago kicked in as his eyes darted off to meet the woman with both surprise and curiousity. He would go quiet as he would take another drag of the cigarette before dropping it to the ground, having been brought down to nearly a nub anyways.

He'd offer her a nod and a nice smile, his face holding a set of both brown hair and brown eyes that held a gentle curious look to them, despite the hardy demeanor he gave off, waving her over with his right hand as he stood there, "Good afternoon ma'am, just enjoying a cigarette off to the side in town so no one complains. I won't mind sharing one with you from my pack if you are one, but if you ain't that's fine."

Godfall - The Emergence [Dead]

Appearance: A man of an average size who stands at 5'6", he usually is seen wearing a variety of clothes from time to time, and on occasion the dress blues he was issued in boot camp several years ago for various... festivities. He has typical brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean build accompanied from constant PT and rigorous training brought over from just having gotten done with his contract several months ago. He's usually seen wearing a leather motorcycle suit and helmet however, denoted in the Harley Davidson fashion with a concealed .45 colt pistol, a daypack on his back and a Ka-Bar stached away in such.

Name: David Turner

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Talents:
Motor Transport/Maintenance: David had learned how to drive a variety of heavy-duty vehicles while he was training at Fort Jackson, North Carolina. Once he went into the fleet he had managed to drive and learn to work on a good variety of vehicles, having had to drive them to save the lives of his own Marines during many differing firefights within Somalia at the time. He's obtained his CDL's and certificates to work on heavier platforms in the civilian world, and has planned to see if he could make a living after having just left out of his first contract.

Combat Training: He learned how to fight mainly from the MCMAP programs, and constant training he did throughout his time in the Marine Corp. stacked with his experience with fighting in Somalia.

Hunting: He spent a small portion of his life living in the woods of northern florida hunting deer and other animals with his dad, being a sort of poor backwoods family that lived off the land. He learned how to skin a buck and run a trout line, cook his own food and grow it if necessary.

Backstory: You wouldn't think a story of a Human would be too interesting, since the majority of the species in itself proves to be mediocre in how they end their lives with a lack of satisfaction, or sometimes satisfaction but those cases are rare. The story of David Turner begins within the northern portions of Florida within a small hospital, born to Margaret Turner and Jonathan Turner. A poor couple of individuals who had managed to barely scrape up a living within the northern woods of Florida, working as a maid within a hotel and Jonathan a lowly paid welder. The two barely managed to scrape by as is, paying all the bills they had to, alongside insurance on the car and so on, but David Turner brought a new care to their rather... miserable lives at the time. His first few years were mostly spent with his mom in the small house they lived in within the woods, playing with the family dog and cat on occasion, and having small adventures into the woods that usually led to a whipping from either his mother or rarely his father who was always away at work.

Fast forward a few years and he began to go to a small set of public schools, where he spent most of his time in elementary school being kicked around and picked on, mainly due to always being the most quiet individual in his class and always having a... depressed mood due to hearing his parents argue all the time within the house back home. Most of his time in middle school later on was playing sports and mostly studying, and on occasion hanging out with the select group of friends he had chosen to hang out with. He resorted to getting his driver's permit and job as soon as he could when he was 15, mainly as a way of finding something to get away from home from. His parents weren't exactly abusive but the tension in the house was always... high, due to the financial situation the family always was in, despite being so small. His high school years were... questionable, due to his first year in 9th grade having been spent with the wrong quote on quote "crowd' of sorts that nearly got him into jail one Friday night, having managed to get out of it before he was caught. He took this as the opportunity to never... lean too far off of the path he was on, deciding to study and play sports throughout high school. He spent the next several years on the wrestling team and taking part in AP classes, graduating as a honor grad within high school before going off to boot camp only so many months later.

Fast forward four years worth of both pain, tears, and oddly enough fun, dragging himself through both boot camp, MCT and MOS school. The desert towns of Somalia and the deserts of the Middle East. A four year contract with him ending it off with his CDL's and certificates he needed to break off from the service to live properly in the civilian world. Although ending it as a Corporal, semi-decent for one's first contract, he's found himself constantly riding his motorcycle from place to place within the U.S. looking for a job due to the shrinking job market, not knowing necessarily how to start his new life, or to sign back off into the service.
Motive: "I... really don't know at this point, besides this motorcycle, daypack on my back and this pistol I got at my side and my old Ka-Bar. All the money I saved up as well, not sure what to do... suppose we'll see, yeah?"

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

It was nearly instinctual, or perhaps instinctual itself for the Orc to fasten his pace towards the cover of the cairn. The green light that had filled the realm before them had caused him to have immediately jump into action, not one who has dealt with the arcane too much, he still knew through experience that the sudden wailing of the... dead, and the strong green light was somewhat like that of a firefight on a planet. Chaos was something the Orc was used to being within, and the sight of skeletons and corpses rising before him did strike a good deal of fear within him, despite having seen much in his four years as a galactic mercenary, he had never seen the dead literally be raised from the earth to assail upon the living.

It did take him aback, since he was raised by ancient traditions that the dead were sacred, and to be burnt via cremation to keep their remains from being desecrated. A brief thought filled his head regarding the situation as his combat boots dug themselves into the dead black sand, the Orc's pace breaking out into a full sprint towards the entrance of the obelisk. The gear he was handling at least weighed a dozen or so pounds, which slowed him down somewhat but he appeared to have donned enough weight in armor in his life to keep a decent pace within a combat scenario. This was much different he thought, the Orc came to realize this must have been also what it meant when his parents taught him of the tradition of cremation, and it didn't exactly fill him with rage, but a small degree of pity for the remains of those who had died.

He also was motivated by the dead oddly enough, knowing that if he fastened his progress he would perhaps not end up among these... creatures that had been raised by some form of supernatural force he only heard tales of on this planet. The armored mage he saw bewildered him slightly as he saw the bolts of light clear the path for him, the young swordsman and the barbarian female warrior. He also cursed to himself on how he had only one shot within the primitive rifle he had, as he caught site of a green figure, a grotesque thing that was the remains of a dead human explorer much like the other ones he had seen. He raised his rifle and fired the heavy calibered rifle into the corpse of the undead, the powerful rifle causing the undead to fall back into the dead dust with a large hole in it's chest cavity. Coagulated blood splayed out across the ground, disgusting the young Orc as he'd go to set his bayonet and settle the long rifle into a tactical position. A loud roar escaped his mouth as he would be seen driving the bayonet situated on the end of the rifle into various undead, following up with a series of strikes and so forth as he booked it through the small pace Fionn had made for him and the others. He was determined to make it to the obelisk, and didn't care if the others he had saw had gotten there before him, only caring for survival at this point as his rifle's buttstock slammed through the living remains of a human skeleton.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

@Normie@Kasai Uchiha
The young swordsman and the female warrior would find that their general vicinity would be filled with a sudden explosion that ringed throughout the dead sands of the surrounding area. A large plume of smoke would envelop a small portion of a nearby hill, with a humanoid figure within the small valley before them slowly dropping to the ground, a zombie which went limp. A loud set of coughs echoed from the envelopment of smoke, with the dead winds of Rzail blowing the warm sulfurous smoke eastward. A moderately sized figure held a long object within his hands, in this case it was known as a flintlock rifle, a powerful invention designed to hit targets from far away accurately with the usage of grooves within a metal barrel to help aid the ball in it's intended direction. It was still rather primitive, especially for the individual whom had fired it, with the individual having turned to glance about and off towards the direction of the tower-like object all the others had seen.

The man who wielded the rifle appeared to be of a moderate size, lean of build and covered in an assortment of armor. He currently had on a thick gambeson, a helmet in the shape of a steel disc settled ontop of his head. Bits of leather clothing laced underneath the gambeson, keeping the individual warm from the cold dead air of Rzail. He had a prominent underbite, with a set of canines protruding from his lower lip, and a piglike nose making up the center of his face. Green skin made up what was exposed of his body, portraying the individual as a smaller offshoot of Orc that resided within the cosmos. He appeared to be somewhat calm, lacking any sense of nervousness or belligerence in the small realm that was home to undead. His right hand would go to settle the butt of the rifle's stock into the dead sand, his eyes darting off both between the golden figure standing amongst the hill before the corpses of the giant undead, and the youthful swordsman bolting towards the tower.

A low sigh escaped the young Orc's mouth as he'd start the careful process of reloading the flintlock rifle, being careful of the combat knife bayonet he had attached to the end of the rifle. He made sure to stay careful as he reloaded the rifle, taking a good minute of his time before he'd go to raise it up. By some odd habit he'd lower it to the ground much like an assault rifle, him blinking his eyes as he'd heft the longer much more primitive weapon's barrel towards the sky to keep himself from driving the barrel into the dead sand. Some form of training from an old friend made him do this by habit.

He considered moving straight towards the tower, which he considered as a wise move by the young swordsman whom he watched from the hill bolt towards, although the individual on the hill also interested him somewhat. He figured the best option was to follow in the young swordsman's suit, the Orc cocking the duck of the flintlock to half-mast incase of need to fire, with him taking a brief step forward. His thick leather boots would slam into the dead sand of a small crevice in the hill below, the aged daypack on his back following suit with a small ruffle of the many items inside. He would then start to hike towards the direction of the tower, his rifle pointed towards the sky, and his eyes darting about constantly.

Ecetopia: Rzail: Karnorouri’s Pillar

Yunagh Kehr