The Forsaken [F]

Post Reply
TheDarkOne
Jr. Member
Posts: 203
Joined: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:41 pm
Contact:

The Forsaken [F]

Post by TheDarkOne » Mon Jun 04, 2018 7:41 am

It had been a long hunt, a struggle to track down the deer that often grazed along the southern lakeside. Asgear assumed it was because of the Tribe of Black Rock he had passed, who seemed to have formed a warparty to drive off the great serpent that came down from the north, their battle scattering the wildlife. When he had finally killed his target, It was already dark and now the moon was high in the sky. He had heard shuffling in his hut when he returned, knowing his guests had awoken from their coma. Standing in the doorway, he looked over the only two survivors from the next batch of Forsaken. Unfortunately they had been nailed to the cross before a great sand storm, and he only got these two to safety before the sands flayed their cross-brothers alive. But two was better than none.

Walking into the hut, he set his bow and arrows by the door before walking over to a rickety table and placed his prize, a young doe, upon it. Moving over beside the two of them, he removed his sandstorm mask. His face was weathered by his time in the Haunted Lands, tanned and wrinkled, with a beard that was well tended to, with grey hairs between the brown. His hair was long and shaggy, some strands falling down in front of his sharp blue eyes. Kneeling down beside the woman first, he placed a firm hand on her shoulder and forced her back down. Taking her hands, he unwrapped the bandages and threw them into a wicker basket, replacing them with fresh ones that rested on a table between the two new bloods.

"Rest. You aren't ready to go just yet" Asgear said, his voice low and gruff as he moved over to the young man and replaced his bandages as well "You lack the strength"

When all bandages had been replaced, he rose to his feet and made his way over to the corner of the room where a firepit sat, the fire barely burning. Tending to it for a moment, it roared back to life and cast a warm glow over the shack. It wasn't much, but it was home, crafted by his hands after the loss of his own tribe. Taking two crude wooden bowls from a pile beside the pit, he dipped them into a pot suspended above the flame, filling them with a broth of vegetables and venison before placing them next to his guests. Filling two bone mugs with water, he also gave it to them along with some thin bread that he made himself. Pulling up a seat in front of the two, he lowered himself into it with a soft grunt, the fatigue of his age and the day catching up to him as his joints ached.

"Eat" he ordered, nodding at the food and water he provided. Taking a swig of water from his own waterskin, he reclined back, the chair creaking softly

"Tell me. What news from the outside world?"

User avatar
EricRP
Newbie
Posts: 56
Joined: Wed Aug 02, 2017 4:24 pm
Location: Saxmundham
Contact:

Re: The Forsaken [F]

Post by EricRP » Mon Jun 04, 2018 8:26 pm

"licht, graue licht"

Where had he heard those words before? What language even was that?
The afterlife then. It did exist. He opened his bleary eyes and acknowledged hazy blurs of grey that must be Elysium,

"Don't talk shit. You're not borne for Elysium. It's the other place for you...

Who was that? A voice from within he'd first heard from on high... At his crucifixion.

Ah yes. He was crucified as the 'ringleader' (he never was) of a notorious harbourside gang. The new Chief Watchman had made it his business to purge the River Street Runners from the Quay and set up a sting at a dockland warehouse. Of course it worked... How could it not, they'd been untouchable for years they'd grown completely complacent. He'd watched most of the lads he'd grown up with all his life killed. Dirks to the gut for the most part. Horrible business. He could have got away but where was the honour in that? Honour amongst thieves? Definitely.

Now this new life. Hell. Whatever was a blur of drab colours and shadow. Hands were suddenly upon him, stripping the flesh from his corpse... No. Bandages. Bandages on his legs and his arms from who? Bandages. Bandages. Bandages.

"You lack the strength." A voice. So pure. A vision so clear. What was happening to him? Did he live yet?

He made to retort but a raspy rattling noise escaped his throat and nought else. A fire. A flame. Hell? No. Warmth.. he had a bowl and ate but his throat burned hotter than the flame and a bone mug with cool water quenched his desperate cloying thirst. There was another- another in the room. Himself and the bandage man and a third. He couldn't see and he couldn't speak but he could drink and soon he would eat and he could listen; he could certainly listen.

"What news from the outside world?" He closed his eyes to frame the question in his mind. 'Outside world?' He wasn't even sure what world this was yet...

User avatar
Random Accel
Member
Posts: 291
Joined: Mon Jan 23, 2017 7:42 pm
Contact:

Re: The Forsaken [F]

Post by Random Accel » Mon Jun 04, 2018 9:43 pm

The crackle of the sands. It was all Eeasa could remember hearing in her semi conscious state. She blinked in and out of consciousness, until she finally could think clearly. The whirling wind was now silent, as if the world had stopped its breath. Just what had happened to her?

Almost as an natural instinct, she pretended to still be unconscious while she could clear her thoughts. Something was stopping the wind; she was clearly indoors, brought in by someone. Why...why then, did she feel as if she should have been outside?

Slowly, the memories came back one picture at a time, until it steadily increased into a swirling mess of images in her mind. A cross. Sand. Murder... Eeasa Ellium was crucified for Murder and Treason. The whole reason she was still alive and brought indoors was because probably a stranger found some use in her. As her senses returned, the girl felt someone touching her skin, and immediately jolted up, wide awake.

"Rest. You aren't ready to go just yet" The stranger told her, seating Eeasa back down. Eeasa tried to resist, but all the pain in her body returned all at once, forcing her legs to give way and slump back on the floor. Eeasa glanced around frantically at her surroundings, instead of looking at the man in front of her. She was being taken care of, but why? She was forsaken. What did the man want from her?

Eeasa's light blue hair with a green tint, once her pride duo to it being such a rare color, was now nothing more than a messy bush, and her limbs were bruised all over. Scratches and gashes were on parts of her back, and her right angle seemed to be swollen to the point it would take a few days to recover even to the point where she could walk. Looking down at her hands, she realized her most prized possession was missing. "I lost my hammer." Eeasa murmured to herself.

Eeasa was too busy sulking to even enjoy her first meal in quite some time. Food went through her throat but she felt or tasted nothing. Realizing nothing would come from sitting and brooding about what was going on, she once again opened her mouth. Her voice was raspy, and a lot higher pitched than what she remembered. "Where am I? What do you wish to acquire through me?" The girl was finally looking at the grey haired man tending to her, in an attempt to assess the situation.

"Jeremy the Jr member"

TheDarkOne
Jr. Member
Posts: 203
Joined: Wed Apr 26, 2017 1:41 pm
Contact:

Re: The Forsaken [F]

Post by TheDarkOne » Fri Jun 08, 2018 8:50 am

As he realised that they had not managed to shake the haze from their mind, Asgear decided to give them a while to adjust to their new reality. Rising to his feet, he made his way over to the table he had set the deer on and took off an iron hunting dagger off his shelf. Cutting down the inside of the animal, he began to pull out it's innards, pushing his hands deep inside to scoop out the intestines, stomach and other organs. With the inside cleaned out, he made a cut under the hide and began to peel it back, slicing away at sinew that attached it to the bone and meat.

"You are banished, forsaken." Asgear explained, continuing his work on retrieving what parts he wished from the deer, "You are in the Haunted Lands, 'For crimes against the Imperium, and the Emperor'. It is here you are expected to die"

After finishing detaching the hide from animal, Asgear began to cut the body parts away, keeping the legs whole with the meat on the bone before cutting into the torso of the animal, cutting manageable cuts of meat. Soon only the bones and head remained, while he lifted, disappearing outside. After a few minutes he returned, and taking his cuts of meat, he rubbed salt into them to help preservation begore hanging them above the wall next to the firepit to help them dry out. Reaching down into a water bucket, he washed the blood off his hands, scrubbing hard to make sure they wouldn't stain. Drying his hands on some palm fronds he had gathered the other day, he turned back to his guests and moved down his cloth scarf, revealing he too wore a golden collar.

"This serves as your shackle. Never try to remove this, the sorcerers of the Imperium have enchanted them to kill those who attempted to escape their captivity" he explained, returning his scarf around his neck "Clever really, as the ancient civilisation who ruled this land built a series of stone pillars called the 'God Stones'. Should any magic artifacts or user cross the stones, they are also killed"

"This is alot to take in, I know" Asgear said, settling back in his chair "I tried to save as many of your fellow Forsaken as I could, but the sandstorms got to them first. I could only save you two"

"There is alot you must learn about this land, in order to survive. But I can help whenever I can"

User avatar
Xylohem
Newbie
Posts: 42
Joined: Sat May 27, 2017 4:22 am
Contact:

Re: The Forsaken [F]

Post by Xylohem » Mon Jun 11, 2018 11:44 pm

The pain of the sandstorm stripped patches of her flesh though it was of little concern. "Focus... Survive..." Her body complied. As the sand ripped away at the post that held her up, the nails in her hands began to fall away and join the dust that whipped around her skin carving lines in her flesh. Suddenly her feet touched solid ground, as her body slumped to the sands. The razor winds continued to slice at her flesh although the energy in her body quickly continued to patch the wounds. "Must... Out of... Storm..." Her eyes were barely open when she saw a man cut down two other Forsaken. The path left by the man was gone, though she remembered the way he had gone.

Desperately she willed her arms and legs to move. The energy being consumed by regenerating her wounds was already taxing in her weary state. Still, as her mind willed her arms to move they did. The pain-staking pace was all she could manage as the winds continued to batter her back with particles of razor-sharp sand. All the rags they had put her in when they brought her to exile were all but gone, and the discomfort didn't aid her situation. Continuing on her path she crawled as far as she could, her voice couldn't find the air to speak as she kept her face low to the sand floor. "Survive..." She willed herself on as her arms burnt with the weight of her body slowing her down against the aggressive winds.

As she pulled herself further she lost track of the winds, yet could still hear their whipping tune as she continued to crawl forward in the dry heat. The burning in her arms grew as her mind raced, the energy expended saved her life due to the regeneration, an unknown side effect of her serum, but there were still thin cuts all along her back, thighs, and calves as she could feel the grit of sand in the open wounds. Still, she pressed forward until her eyes took a hesitant look forward. What she saw made her heart race with hope, it was a hovel! Shelter! She could hold up there and recover, or maybe that was where the man was. Lily's mind demanded more. "I'm almost... Safe..." With her mind so focused on survival she couldn't tell how far she was from the shelter. Though as she continued forward her arms began to shake with pain. As he mind began to glaze over from the pain she had suffered and was still suffering. She couldn't tell if she screamed in pain, or if she just whispered into the sands. All she knew was that she was so close, but her body couldn't move anymore. As her head fell into the sand her eyes closed and her mind went blank.
Your secret is safe with my indifference.

Post Reply

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 2 guests