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 Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 1:15 am
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Do you wish to throw away your life of despair for a never-ending nightmare? Because that is where most realizes their mistake... And there is no turning back.
"Wha- where am I?"
Did you believe the world you've traded for would better suite your desires? But everything isn't going to be what you've expected...
"I don't want to stay here... I- I want to go home!"
But... It is too late for you. Branded by the Dark Sign, you have been forever sealed into the forsaken time. As many others, you will be driven mad by the curse.
"I can't take it anymore! -sobbing- I want it all to be over!"
But it will never be over. Everything will repeat as you die, but not your memory. Tormented by Time and driven into insanity. There is no escape in this world...
...This, is your fate...
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A man who grieved each day in self-pity of himself. A weak, poor-minded human that only knew of labor, loneliness, irresponsibility, and sloth. Leonart lived alone at a rental home, his fiance abandoning him, over the reason, he had lost his job. Absolutely no support was left. No source of income and no one willing to reach a hand, he falls into a deep depression. It was now an everyday month of drinking, smoking, television, and struggle to find anything to feast upon. Anything to keep his mind off the pain.
But an eviction notice was sent through the mail, and everything was to be vacated out by the next following week. Leonart was pushed to his limits. He couldn't bare to live on anymore. Into the dark basement in the darkest of night. Thunder streaking across the sky and heavy rain fall. In his hands, the last drink he would ever have. In the other hand, the hand that would end his life. Just at the very last sip, and the very center of his cigarette, was when he put the gun to his head. And to think it all had to end this way...
A laughing man came from the darker corners of the basement, and Leonart was stricken with fear.
"Not everything has to end like this, Leonart. All your sufferings could end if you sign this contract, and you will have anything you desire..."
All sounded too promising to believe, but this wasn't an ordinary man, for what would explain his entry into the house? How could he had slipped through without a notice. Neither would it explain his apparel. A mysterious robe of black with trimmed red, along with a mask design he had never seen. His name being known to this stranger had just confused Leonart even further, to where he couldn't help but give into temptation.
"...Where do I sign..."
"Oh... You don't need to sign... Just repeat after me... 'I, Leonart, grant the Dark permission to take my soul' "
And what a fool he was, to repeat after the man he had not met for five minutes. A dark figure grasps him from behind with two arms wrapped upon his chest, and one holding up his head. Out of shock Leonart struggled until he felt nails as sharp as razors cut through his flesh, and he had lost all consciousness.
And just like that, Leonart opened his eyes after a bucket of water poured on him. His head through extreme pain as he felt two people come to his support to his feet, leading him to the closest wall. From what he could make out from the others, they were not pleasant words.
"Another undead... I suppose he's no different..."
"He spoke to that man, hasn't he... He never fails to lure in the gullible..."
"Just like that girl... They are both, doomed here, in this forsaken land, forever..."
There he was, in a whole new land. When he lift his head, the entire image was distorted. It had taken a moment until his vision came back. And to see that, everything was not as it was. There were no buildings, but small huts and houses made of wood and bricks, as similar to the medieval ages. And that was when he realized, he had fallen into a very early world. He suddenly blacked out again, feeling himself fall to the floor was the last thing he had felt.
Leonart had fallen into the land of Pallas, a forsaken land that is bound by the Dark curse, where many kingdoms had risen and fallen. It has had many names that were now unknown to the people. In this world, there is no certain death. For each time you die, another day that passes by, will repeat itself. The days will test you as many times as you die, to see if you would be driven mad and become as one of these undead dreadlings that wander around, killing anything in its path. But Leonart was not the only one that had fell for this trap. The very recent was a woman from what would be a year back. She was the only one to keep record of her time in this dimension. A skilled knightress that had learned the culture of the people, and overcome challenges and obstacles. But as being a modern time human as Leonart, she had not already lost hope as the rest has. After her year of training and perfecting her expertise, it was time she had taken a new would-be warrior under her wings. And in hope, that both could go on an adventure and bring the dark ages to a complete end.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 1:28 am
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 2:18 am
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And out of the deep slumber he was in, Leonart was splashed with the cold water that awaken him. His senses were dull and his hearing faint. But it was enough to make out the few words from wherever he was at...
"Another undead has come to play..."
"Tsk- tsk- doesn't stand a chance..."
"Like many others before this one, what makes him to be so special?"
"He will be driven mad and go hollow, as many others had..."
Leonart felt the support of two people dragging him against a wall and settling him against it. If any clothing at all he was left with ragged pants that were dirtied with the dust and dirt. Leonart's headache had not help the fact that he was already disoriented.
"By the lords, aren't we grateful he's still alive! Tell me, son! What is your name?"
Leonart did not respond to the man's voice, as he was still recovering from his disorientation. With small glimpse of the floor below him as his body laid limp, catching small hints of the faces that were attempting to get him to his feet. After a moment, his vision focus was beginning to recover, just enough to see what had laid ahead of him. A small little village, spread about with many lands, and ahead a castle could be sighted. Everything did not appear to be from his world, nothing alike at all. But after moments of sight seeing from where he struggled to stay conscious, he blacks out, laying limp once again.
"This is no good... Transport him to the caretakers"
And so Leonart was carried off to a building for his recovery. And it was not until the very last moments of the sunrise for him to regain his consciousness.
Leonart slowly opened his eyes to see that he was inside a room, and an open fireplace to the left of him, but he was not able to move at all. Though he did not know where he was, he was sure that he was inside the property of some other person. In this room however, he was left alone.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 2:52 am
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'Brielle Kennedy
'Brielle bit back a scream as her flesh was ripped from her right side, just barely dodging something more life threatening as a group of undead dived for her in hungry pursuit. She wasn't ready for the attack, but this didn't stop her acquired instincts from kicking in. She stopped her roll, biting back the pain as blood gushed down her leg from the wound. Standing up, all of them now in front of her she held up her blades in defense and began muttering a minor healing spell to stop the bleeding. She hated dying, and she was going to do everything she could to delay the event just a little longer. Her mind began flashing involuntary visions of her body being ripped apart, her screams, and the sound of her bones crunching as she was fed on by undead much like the ones in front of her.
They took opportunity from her mental distraction and launched their mindless, hungry attack. 'Brielle took a step to the side and brought one of her blades down into the back of one of the undead. She kicked another out of the way and swung her second blade on it's attached chain, slicing the belly of a third open. She ripped her blade out of the undead's back and began to lay into the rest with precise, swift attacks. Soon the undead were.... dead, lying in pieces around her. She was left standing, breathing hard trying to catch her breath, and covered in the black blood of the undead and her own a deep crimson. She looked around, waiting for anymore to smell the bloodshed, but for now she was in the clear. 'Brielle turned around and began to limp back to the village. She would need the help of the caretakers with these wounds.
When she finally made it back to the village and into the small, but efficient building that the caretakers kept clean and ready for the wounded or dying she noticed a newer face laying inside. Her gaze lingered on him for just a moment before she turned to the fireplace and sat down, waiting for assistance in silence. She began muttering a stronger healing spell for her side, and the few gashes on her face, arms, and one on her calf. She was drained and weak, but the bleeding would stop with her efforts. It was regenerating the skin that she would need help with.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 4:35 pm
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Leonart had laid there wondering where he was, and whether this was at all a dream. His body felt numb and weak, and very frail. The aching all over could not be bared, so he struggled to move. However, that struggle had failed. And so he remained there, and expecting people to come.
But that was when someone did make their way inside. Leonart set his gaze at a woman, who seemed heavily injured. It appeared as the woman was quite very young, but armored. To him he saw a knightress that recently came back from a battle for her life. But, it was best that he had kept to himself. His eyes reverted back to the ceiling above him, the wood structure and the tiles could be seen, and lamps that glows dull hanging from the wooden supports.
Little whispers and mutters could be heard from the outside; it sounded as people were approaching. The doors gently opened as four had entered. The voice of a man, and three women.
"My, has another yet fallen to the Dark... And Lady Brielle once again out reckless as we had told you! Tend to her as I observe this man."
Leonart could hear the movement of the people, two that had came beside him, and two that made way to the knightress.
"Lady brielle, if you may please lay still. It will not take long."
A bright flame that appeared from the two women's palms formed, and a slight ringing sound, but a gentle sound. From his end, the two people had made their way around him, lowering themselves.
"Poor man, locked away to this forsaken land of Pallas. As now, he needs rest, give him anything to drink."
Leonart could feel his head being lifted, and a flask that reached to his lips as he drank lightly. A burning, yet soothing sensation ran all throughout his body. The flavor was extremely hard to identify, but it was not water, it was much more smooth than water and ran gently through. But it gave Leonart some of his strength back. He opened his eyes slowly, to see that above him were hooded people, but their faces were visible.
"And he has awaken, but do not allow him to move anywhere. I must inform the Fire Keepers. Allow Lady Brielle to rest for the night. She may not leave until morning."
The man in the white hood has made his departure out of the hut, as the woman above him lay a cold, wet towel over his head.
"Do rest. You are expected to recover by morning, I must head out now and will return some time."
The woman had spoken in a soft voice as she rose from the ground and left, shutting the door behind her. Leonart turned his attention towards the two that were taking care of the Knightress. It shocked him to see what magic was going on. Flames that appeared from the very palms of human hands.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 4:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 9:42 pm
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He heard as the rest of the caretakers left, leaving him and the knightress there. Leonart was still disoriented, however. He did not want to lay there for the rest of the night. He wanted to know where he was, why here was here, and what had lead to this. He did not at all remember what had happen that night. It hurt to even think at all at the very moment.
He heard as the Knightress had spoke. His hearing was very faint, but he could make out the words. She had asked for his name, and without a struggle, he attempt to reply, catching his breath a little. "L-Leonart..." His voice was raspy and frail.
His breathing was less heavier as before. But now that he felt a little more of his strength regained, it was probably that time for him to move. Slowly he began to lift his upper body off the floor to where he sat straight up, removing the cloth from his head in the process. As he looked up, his vision began to focus in on what was around him. He turned to look around to bare stone walls and many items as it seemed extremely old-styled, similar to that of the medieval ages. "...Where am I..."
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 10:19 pm
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'Brielle Kennedy
A few months ago, 'Brielle would have probably heeded the caretakers warning, and even helped by insisting that the man lay back down and rest. Now, however, what was the point. Even if she died she would still return to life here no matter how disfiguring her death had been. There was no point in being careful, and she expected misery to follow her here.
"Pallas." She replied to him, turning back to the fire, watching the flames dance against the stone around it. "Don't ask me where that is, 'cause I don't know. You're here because you sold your soul one way or another to the Dark. You ******** idiot." She added after a pause at the end shaking her head. She was an idiot to. She left what could've been a good life behind, because she was too weak to handle the problem. She barely remembered why she sold her soul so quickly and promptly, but she knew it wasn't worth this. It wasn't worth replaying your hundreds of deaths over and over, adding to them each time you fall in battle.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 6:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 8:08 pm
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Leonart refused to rest, to him there was no point if he was already conscious. "Whatever this place is, it's either I'm going home, or it's a dream..." He began to rise off the floor as one of the caretaker tried to stop him, but gave no actual attempt. She already knew the outcome of those that traveled unaware of the danger that haunts all around outside of the village they stayed in. He would either return here, or be lost, and will never be heard again, as the same as those that wandered too far away.
As weak as he were, he payed no mind to it at all, and did not care for the unknown ahead. The night was definitely getting colder, and the winds picking up its pace. Leonart looked left to right, ans saw as few had watched him. From a distance, he could hear them speak.
"Already so eager to die... Hah hah hah..."
From the village center, and off to the very entrance without stop. His feet were bare and he had nothing else but rags to keep him covered from the harsh winds. He began to venture further out, until he could no longer see the village or the flames emitting lights. Now, the moon was his only night. Not at all did he suspect any threat as he tread along, because he was too focused on why he was here.And to think, that he was in a dream... A shock spread throughout his brain, that hit him so suddenly, he fell to the grass. The shock pulsed throughout him intensely, and he began to vaguely remember what had happened, but still was not enough, but he knew now something had lead up to this event. So quickly the shocks came to a halt, leaving him once again fatigued and weak, but it was still not enough to stop him from moving.
However, events were going to change, because he had still there for too long. When he had looked forward, he heard something move behind him, growling, and it sounded hungry. His instincts kicked in, and that was when Leonart rolled off as the creature tried to jump on him. On his rise, he caught a good look at the creature, seeing its ugly face, looking as a deformed human, as the rest of its body were.
Terror had shocked him as he began to move back, to yet another creature, that sank its teeth into his left shoulder. In pain he hollered as he dropped to one knee to throw whatever it was off behind him. Leonart held onto his bleeding shoulder as blood was pouring out endlessly. Now there were two ahead of him. To think he was finished here, he stumbled upon something broken, a weapon of some sort, resembled a broken straight sword. It seemed almost entirely useless, but something 'almost useless' triumphed being 'empty handed'. He knew he couldn't do anything else, but fight back. Leonart had grabbed the broken weapon with his right hand, and suddenly he felt a rush of adrenaline that turned his fear into anger. As one of the creatures charged, a shove with his right arm and a simple swing. It was nothing like Leonart had felt before. And quickly before it could make anymore moves, he thrust the sword into the jugular, until it stopped moving.
When Leonart looked to fight the second one, it looked ready to fight. Until Leonart rose from the dead corpse before him, the creature took a different turn. It looked ahead in fear, and began to run off. It wasn't very realistic for something that was once thirsty for blood, to run off so suddenly. But soon, Leonart had quickly learned why it had ran. Slowly turning around, he saw what appeared to be a knight, twice his size, and in dark armor, and it did not seem friendly. Leonart froze in complete fear of what stood infront of him as the armored being lift its own sword, and thrust it to his face.
And when Leonart woke, once again at the same exact spot he was when he first arrived to this land, and the sun, finally peaking out. Leonart rose up again, looking at his hands and the rest of him.
(Sorry for the late reply, work has been killing me)
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 8:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2015 9:07 pm
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Leonart's eyes looked all around the place, as the villagers watched, and some had walked away, with their heads low. And what had seemed, three were making his way towards him, two men and a woman. From here, what he could point out was a man in all white, but this time with his hood removed, and a staff of some sort in his hands. The man next to him, seemed abnormally buff, as if he were not human. The woman next to him, seem to be as a family of his.
"And so you have felt it... The curse that keeps us all locked in..." The man in white spoke. The man then looks yonder, to the young knightress travelling away in search for Leonart, but he was not going to stop her, and let her find out where he was herself. "I see you acquainted with the Knightress, as she's already in search for your previous corpse." He said, followed with laughter. "She was brought here not too long ago, actually from your era."
Leonart had looked at Brielle as she wandered off, and that was when he had stood, in support of the buff man.
"And, if you would so kindly find more proper clothing for this young man? I will have him stay here for a while." The man in white said, as he sat Leonart on a boulder.
"I will be sure to clothe the man, we've been prepared for more as we all expected." The man spoke as he began to walk off with the woman beside him.
"And young man... Do you recall how you've made your way to this land?" THe man next to him asked.
Leonart, for the longest, had never knew how or why he was here. "...No..." He replied weakly. But he knew most importantly, he was not the only one of his time to make it to this land. As the man had said, the knightress had found herself here for one whole year passing.
(Oh nononononononono. I've just been pushing myself to work overtime. Throwing a graduation party for my sister. x3)
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