Zombehs

RWBY: Deep Blue

Cool, guess I'll get a post up laters.

And the Dead Shall Rise

It seemed the girl had it all under control though, the Walker dropping like a puppet with its strings cut when she caved its skull in. “No, and no. Saw a lady up on a roof around here with a rifle though. Assumed she was looking at all the commotion that’s been going on. Not quite sure which building she was on though now that I’m actually here, so I figured why not try and get her attention.” Having explained all that, he finally remembered to introduce himself. “Name’s Alex by the way. Nice job with the bat,” he said, catching the crowbar with his left hand as he stuck his right out for a handshake.

Threads of Power

Plugging his ears as the red-haired veteran basically roared his displeasure about Damien’s presence, the man in question just sighed quietly. It was always quaint when people broke out into argument once his school of practice was revealed, though it had gotten quite old by now. The fact that they had spies observing him wasn’t too much of a surprise, given they had known his location, but it was a bit dissatisfying to know he hadn’t noticed any of them.

Grinning at the general’s glare and waving the guards goodbye as they marched off, he shrugged dismissively at the lady’s whittling stare. “I don’t think they will. I prefer to not have my two “guards” outside when one of the men who summoned me,” gesturing at the general as he spoke, “evidently wants me dead as my “kind” deserves. And while I’m sure someone of your caliber could make good on your threat, I’m also sure that’s a great way to get your plan started off. “Oh, I’m sorry your highness, we just had to waste your good resources to bring someone into your council room so we could kill them off here.”” He finished in a slightly mocking tone as he crossed his arms and waited for their response, uncaring for the tense atmosphere. If they couldn’t stomach his presence, then he’d walk and he would just love to see them try and stop him. Though given this was the palace, he wouldn’t have been surprised if they were able to. It’d be an interesting bid to escape for him at the least though.

Though his attention was still mostly focused on the general and lady, he noticed others entering the room, skirting around his two “knights”. One, a younger girl, evidently quite nervous, another, a boy, who was rambling, one clad in armor, a man given its shape, and another young lady that followed last. Though he was the picture of ease, feet tapping randomly against the stone floor, Death and Knight were deathly still at his side, ready to move at an instant if need be.

Threads of Power

Oh boy let the snarking begin.

Threads of Power

He wasn’t quite sure how King Warren had learned of his existence. While Damien was by no means modest, neither did he go about declaring his skill in his chosen discipline. He supposed someone could have noticed his two creations and deduced his skill from there, choosing to then inform the king that a Necromancer of no small skill was wandering in his lands. It wasn’t too unlikely, but given that perspective he didn’t quite imagine a summon from the highness himself for a royal task.

As the capital came into sight, Damien pushed the thoughts that had occupied him for most of the way here aside. He’d get his chance to ask questions and get answers soon enough, but for now there was royalty to meet. Cracking the reins in his hand lightly, his mount bolted into a full gallop. Death and Knight followed closely behind and the trio raised a small cloud of dust in their wake.

The three slowed to a halt as the gate and its guards came into view, one of them raising a hand for them to stop. Before the guard could say anything, Damien had already fished out the letter that had been delivered to him those few weeks ago. A few moments passed before he realized that the guards’ attentions were focused not on him, but his two “companions”. Sighing, he flicked the letter a few times, causing a sharp noise that broke the head guard’s focus. Clearing his throat to hold the man’s attention, which was already slipping back to Death and Knight, he asked, “So, is there a problem or are we clear to go through?” The man glanced between the rune, no doubt remembering their orders, and Damien’s companions, no doubt wishing to trust his instincts. Death Knights, as with higher ranked Undead, always did have this sort of effect on the living. While it wasn’t too much of an annoyance during his travels, it made venturing into more populated areas a bit troublesome, while staying in them was simply out of the question. Normally he would have just left them outside the walls, but he supposed the King would want some proof that this “young man” wasn’t just made of rumors, so the two had to come along.

After a few moments, at which Damien had taken to tapping his feet in the stirrups, the guard finally gestured to those behind him. The gate slowly began to open and Damien refolded the letter and nodded in thanks. He only got a suspicious glare from the man and his comrades, though it didn’t bother the Necromancer and he simply shrugged it off. After leaving their mounts at a nearby stable, the trio marched up towards the castle.

“Sheesh, talk about overkill would you?” The dozen guards “escorting” him didn’t so much as give Damien a response as the door to the meeting room was opened. They surrounded him and his two “companions” and frankly it was a bit suffocating. He could see five others in the room, one of which didn’t seem to fit in so he assumed that was another mage that had been invited. When they were finally in the room, the four at the front stepped aside so he could actually see without looking over their heads. Addressing the four, which he didn’t particularly care too much about, Damien asked, “Can you call your guards off now? I know these two,” gesturing towards Death and Knight, “give them the willies, but come on.”

Grand Quest Offline

While some hadn’t accepted the invite just yet, it seemed others were ready to get started with the quest. At least the tank of their group had the right idea, taking the lead and heading through first. As Elik disappeared, Mushi pulled his weapon out and twirled it about before gripping it firmly. Noticing that Oz had also gone ahead, he took that as his cue to get on the move. Nodding towards the door at the other three that remained, he quickly stepped through behind Elik and Oz.

As the world shifted from a wide open field to a dreary stone room, Mushi glanced around before relaxing. given how Elik was glancing into the unlit hallway ahead. Without any immediate threats, he moved to do as the other player had suggested. While he was fairly certain there were others who could have done the task, he was generally going to be out of the thick of combat, thus keeping their source of light alive. When the others finally joined them in the “dungeon”, the party finally set forth with Elik at the front and him in the center, lighting up the otherwise dark hallway.

Entering the next room was accompanied by an ominous feeling by Mushi, one that proved appropriate when the oaken door slammed shut behind the party. As braziers burst to life along the walls, blinding him for a moment, he nevertheless managed to notice the four creatures that stood ahead of them. And though he agreed with Elik’s assessment of the threat levels these creatures posed, Mushi also had to sigh when their tank charged forward towards the number one priority target. He wasn’t quite sure what Elik thought would happen, but Mushi was more than willing to bet friendly fire was a feature in this game. And given his large frame compared to the goblin’s small one, there wasn’t really any way for the ranged players to help him out with the mob. Not unless they were willing to get a bit closer, which of course Mushi had no issue with.

It wasn’t hard for him to keep up with their tank, given Elik’s heavy armor. As the other player brought the bastard sword across the goblin, drawing a glowing red line across the mob, Mushi darted out from behind Elik’s back. Crouching low to keep his balance, he wasn’t sure if the talent points he’d invested into [Acrobatics] had helped, but Mushi certainly felt they did. The movement was smoother than anything he felt he could have done in real life. Putting that thought aside for the moment, with his wand pointed right at the wounded goblin, Mushi muttered, “Magic Bolt.” He could feel the flow of energy from his body towards the tip of the wand, the piece of equipment glowing faintly, before it was expelled forth.

RWBY: Deep Blue

Well Perry's in trouble.

RWBY: Deep Blue

‘Just a little further.’ The metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel was so close, but the shadows were creeping in and threatening to swallow that hope. “Fuck. OFF!” His roar resounded through the treeline and into the clearing, a Beowolf following it as it tumbled across the ground, thrown from the trees. Perry followed closely after it, literally jumping into the small clearing as he bled from a number of wounds. Mostly shallow cuts that just drew blood and bruises, superficial at most. Sending the Grimm rolling across the grass again with a sharp kick to its jaw, he turned around to face the horde that had gathered. While he wasn’t panicking, irritation and anger were still fairly good for drawing in the creatures of the Grimm. With a heavy sigh, he tried to settle his mind as he drew Blast Bicell from its holster and unfolded it. “Well, come on then,” he muttered as he stared into the treeline and saw more black than green.

It was only a small blessing given their numbers, but only minor species of Grimm had hounded him to the clearing. Beowolves, Boarbatusks, and a few Ursas were the monsters that strode forth into the clearing, itching for a taste of human. They weren’t going to get one without a fight. With a roaring boom Perry fired his weapon, the lance head flying like a missle until it impacted against an Ursa. The creature’s head simply ceased to exist as its body fell to the ground mid-charge, sliding to a halt. Roaring in defiance to the overwhelming odds, Perry’s Aura suffused his entire body in a dim glow of blue. Wielding the handle, he swung the attached lance head relentlessly, tearing through any Grimm that tried to approach. Beowolves were left mangled, the wire carving into their flesh, while Boarbatusks were pulped, the lance head crushing them upon contact. He left plenty dead or dying in the space between him and the treelines, but there were always more ready to take the dead’s place.

As Blast Bicell came together in one piece with a heavy thunk, empty of Dust, Perry twirled the weapon at the approaching Grimm. His breath came harder, the weapon was just a bit heavy in his arms, and the worst had yet to come. “Just my luck…” And then there was no breath for meaningless chatter as the Grimm fell on him. An inevitable tide of shadows that would drown out this one speck of light, but until then, it would burn the darkness around it.

And the Dead Shall Rise

Gisk said Zombehs: crap. You and Scar can decide whether we retcon or not. I don't mind undoing my post and continuing her trip to where she last saw Jagred.

Eh, s'alright. Already had Alex interact with Charlotte so it's fine. Not really quite sure why I mentioned it then, but whatever.

RWBY: Deep Blue

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