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(OOC link: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...-Graveyard-OOC)
The Graveyard. A desolate and eerie place almost devoid of life. Now how will the ones which step into it fare? Are they going to find what they seek? or die trying? How will you fare in it? Well good luck. I hope you find what do you seek in the Graveyard...
(( bit much for free or is this what you wanted? ))
A lone scarecrow sat in the graveyard a light shroud of mist drifted around its location, a small group of travelers was walking by, most of them seemed to be thugs, they where armed and had large backpacks full of supplies and things taken from this land, one stopped to look at the eerie scarecrow and approached it with caution, it seemed rusted in some places, wait why did a scarecrow made of wood have rust, as if on Que the machine's eyes came to a glow, its hinges opened simulating a grin, it dropped from its perch and stuck its claw through the man, the others turned at his scream to see his corpse at the feet of the scarecrows stake, the assumed leader nudged one of the other men and gestured with his chin for them to go, with a gulp in fear and a draw of his blade, he began walking slowly to his cadaver of a friend, they stood over and looked down at the grisly sight, he looked back and waved for the rest to follow him, while he was turned the scarecrow jumped from behind its hiding place, the biggest tombstone near, and grabbed the stake from the ground, a black blade formed on its end, making a sinister scythe, he cleaved straight through the new arrival and turned to the group, he grinned again and began to laugh a blood curtailing laugh, and his prey took acceptance to that, they all drew their weapons and charged, leaving their bags behind, as they approached a swarm of metallic crows busted through the mist, they dived with sharp beaks at the thieves and ended their sad lives, as the flew in a circle above the scarecrow, its laugh slowly died until it was a slight chuckle, it looked unto the mess of bodies it had made and grinned once more, "he" stuck his stake back in its place, it now reverted back to a simple "T" shape and rested back on it, letting its eyes dim back to a soulless black
(sorry for delay in posting, going through IRL issues right now)
Peering into the graveyard Shana, got curious. She enterd threw the gate of the graveyard. She walked toward a grave she had always visited for years on end. She stopped up front of two graves she had come to visit.
"Mom, dad," she said as fell to her knees as tears hit the ground.
A few hours later she sat up after curriling up into a ball in between her parents graves. She then got up and bowed.
"I hope you two are happy, and don't worry I am doing good in school."
Shana smiled at the graves.
Nathanial closed his eyes and energy flashed about him. "Lux Rex" he said quietly and a huge wave of light blew the last undead to dust as he continued running "ok note to self, never open crypts with a L on them" he said as he skidded round a corner and crashed in to Shana. "sorry" he said stumbling upright and then faceplanting again.
A lone soul of a boy, long since broken. The hollow shell of that boy. Now 17 years old. The boy wanders the graveyard. Immense sadness in his eyes and in his heart. He imagines the wonderful life he could have had. Where life could have taken him too. This was Jason. He had lived for 13 years in the graveyard now. Unable to leave. Possessed by a demon, HellSpawn ever since he had entered at age four. The boy walked, head down, trying to avoid all life. Hoping to starve himself and HellSpawn to death. So he could join the dead and escape from this cruel joke of an existence. HellSpawn had broken him. A few years ago, a girl Jason's age back then had entered. HellSpawn allowed Jason to get to know her real well. They developed a relationship. He had truly loved her. Then whenever they became really close, something that dangered HellSpawn's existence (for HellSpawn knew Jason could remove him from his own body if he got angry enough or was driven by love to do so. HellSpawn kept control by ruining through fear, and making sure Jason didnt know that he could over power him). So HellSpawn took over while they were with each other. The demon torchered the poor girl to death. Slowly. Jason looked up and saw a lone Undead walking. Immediatly, Jason's body began to change. Soon stood the tall, muscular demon. A chain whipped out and grabbed the Undead by the neck. It pulled it back in to HellSpawn as he began to consume the Undead's essence. He threw the useless body aside and stalked off into the distance to hide. For HellSpawn was known to all of those in the Graveyard for a long period of time. Including the human that had been teleported here. And all of them wanted HellSpawn to die.
Yai felt a familiar scent, the scent of humans, two of them, a female and a male. With a grace and speed only a vampire could posses she rushed towards the source of the scent. She gently landed in front of the two humans and turned towards them, her vampiric fangs sticking out of her mouth just a bit: "What brings you here humans? Are you lost? Do you want to go home? Or you are searching for something?" Her red eyes glanced over the two anxiously waiting for a reply.
"Oh its ok," she smiled at the male as she then turned fast to look up as the vampire landed up front of them.
"I am here looking for something to revive my younger brother."
"Vampir..." Nathanial snarled and raised his staff and concentric rings of energy pulsed along it, forming a shimmering lance off fire and light. "take another step and I'll end your non-existance."
Yai, if we don't count her mouth, didn't move at all and said: "I am not here to hurt you mage. I am here to talk and see if you need help. So lower your guard."