Kyle Silvan

Kyle was slightly more nervous than he was willing to admit when the red headed man, who looked almost entirely human except for the pale skin and black and red eyes, gave his explanation. Kyle shook off what he was feeling, realizing he was in Hell's Hell, and readied himself. The mystery man shooed him off, and Kyle walked past him. As he walked Kyle looked onward towards his new homeland. Kyle did not understand truly why this was Hells Hell. Yes it looked like purgatory and Hell combined, with its dark skies, blood moon, and corrupted land as far as his eyes could see. Kyle stretched his fingers out, letting his mana course through his fingers and flex.

Kyle walked for what seemed like forever, walking farther away from the redheaded man but for some reason while there was obvious distance being made it seemed like no distance was being made at all. His surroundings only slightly changed, changing from barren wasteland looks to corrupted boulders and a few trees. Kyle could almost sense he was being watched, but as Kyle kept his head on a swivel he could not see anyone. Kyle picked up the pace. He was here for more than likely forever, unless he killed the mentioned amount of people or fell in love or something. But......where were the other people?

Suddenly Kyle was knocked off his feet, tackled by a shadowy stranger. Kyle tried to regain his balance on the ground, resisting as the man pounded away on his arms as he held his arms up to block any incoming blows. Kyle twisted his body and rolled away, kicking away the attacker. Kyle looked up, and nearly lost his lunch. The man, or so he guessed, in front of him was a mosnter. The man had a single eye, thick wavy blonde hair, and was dressed in rags.

The man spoke. "Flllllllesssshhhhh bllllllloooooood, feeeeeeeeeeed meeeeeeee."

The man lunged, but Kyle side stepped him. Kyle was now prepared and properly balanced ready for a fight. Kyle spoke a single word, held up his palm at the mans back, and a small dark purple orb shot out of his palm and hit the mans back. When it did the man was sent flying forwards. Kyle uttered another word, eyes narrowed and full of anger. Kyle raised two fingers on both hands, moved both hands in a circlular motion, then aimed both hands with two fingers at the man. When he did dark purple energy shot from all four fingertips. When the energy hit the man, this time the energy pierced his back and went through his chest. As it did it seemed as if the man was being electrocuted Withing seconds he was dead.

Kyle sighed, and wiped his forehead. It was so damn hot here. Here in The Void.



@kidd@ryteb pymeroce@kaalee@solaris

So I just arrived in this hell scape and already I'm running for my life. Or would that be death... whatever the point is that as soon as the red haired man had finished explaining everything, a pack of ghoulish people suddenly started chasing after me. They were akin to the beggars that you found in most cities, dirty and clothed in rags, but their eyes had a horrid red look to them as the salivated at the sight of me.

"Meat... fresh meat..." was the phrase they kept muttering as they chased me. Were they really so hungry as to devour an innocent kitsune? Okay, maybe not entirely innocent but I had done nothing to these people. At least, as far as I knew anyway.

My body felt kind of sluggish as I ran. It was like my body had atrophied, as it wouldn't move quite the way I wanted it to. Reaching for my bag of tricks, I realised that I didn't have it on me. Just my luck to lose such a valuable tool when I'm about to be ripped apart by cannibal beggars. The chase went on for what seemed like hours, the wasteland stretching as far as the eye can see. Eventually I saw a peak on the horizon, and so I doubled my pace. I don't know why, I just hoped that there would be someone there who could save me.

The ground turned rocky as the mountain got larger, and some of the beasts had fallen off out of exhaustion. I was starting to feel it too, but fear of death is a great motivator. As I reached the mountain and began to climb, I noticed that the beggars had stopped at the foot of it. They appeared afraid to continue, which was fine in my book.

After I climbed a fair distance from the base of the mountain, I lay back against a boulder for a well deserved rest. Foolishly, I fell straight asleep, the last remnants of adrenaline had left my system and my body desperately needed to rest.

Selenia listened to the man of Red with some inner contemplation. She didn't remember dying quite yet but she wasn't surprised, only that she had survived so long. She wasn't exactly careful of her mortality, and what she didn't remember was running through what looked a skirmish at the border of two nations at war. No, cautious was not something you could call Selenia.

She barely took account of the man of Red dismissing her, and she started walking in a direction. There didn't seem to be any particular directions that she could discern. No visible sun, no wind, no nothing. She could be going in circles and she would never know. Unless she ran into the man of Red, of course, but she suspected he had some sorts of magicks that wouldn't allow that. As she moved she could feel a single vine winding around her body from her back. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't have less than three vines winding around her body. She tried to make her spit poisonous but she didn't feel any of normal burning that came with the acidic nature of the poison. Finally she released her poison spore, and while it expelled from her pores, it didn't go nearly as far as she was used to it going. She was essentially an adolescent again, it was an odd feeling.

Eventually she reached a small rocky alcove. She hadn't seen anyone else in her trek, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or not. She settled in the alcove, her back to the wall and she tried to figure out what her next plan was. At some point, she needed her magic back. Even if she refused to kill with it, not having it made her uncomfortable. It could also, eventually, help with her escape plans. She didn't plan on dying over and over for the rest of time, and finding love wasn't in the cards either.

Selenia's musing was interrupted by a loud moaning coming from the opening of the alcove. Suddenly there was a giant hunk of flesh in front of her. Her vine, which had been pretty lethargic until this point, moved to attention, pressing into her hand and coiling into itself as a whip. The giant figure in front of her didn't say anything but ran at her. Selenia flicked her vine out, and it curled around his neck as he ran at her. She stepped neatly to one side as he barreled past her, into a wall. As he did that, she tightened the vine around his neck. The combination sent him to the ground, not moving except his chest rising every few seconds. Selenia didn't wait to see if he would survive, she didn't want to know the answer. Instead her vine settled back against her skin and she kept moving.

@ryteb pymeroce


The young Kitsune looked so tender, so chewy. The man had gone so long without food he could barely remember the last time he had something so delicious in his mouth. You did not need to eat or drink in the Void, you are alreadyd ead, but the taste and the energy the crappy food here gives you is the only sort of relief you can find here. The man, hovering over the kitsune, grinned a malicious grin and flexed his fingers. The man stood at 5'8, with the body type of a body builder. He would have looked completely human, if it wasnt for the fact he had black and red eyes, and strange black markings all over his body.

The man reached downwards and grabbed the sleeping kitsune, picking him up with his right hand. Not waiting for a responce he bashed the Kitsune against the rock he was laying against twice and then threw him backwards. The man wanted to eat, but also a bit of sport.

@Kidd


Hungry....so hungry.......food.....we.....want.....food! The pack of half a dozen creatures roamed aimlessly. These creatures had a rough dark red skin texture, looking like humans but made out of clay. They had no eyes, and slits for noses with shark ugly teeth. These creatures, known in there world as sand furies, ate only meat and preferred meat still attached to the bones of their vitcims. They were slow, dumb, and over all weak but there was 6 of them. They moved and acted as a pack with a pack mentality.

The creatures saw a women in a distance, well smelling her first, and all six of the monsters grinned. They started to salivate, and jumped up and down.

Meat?.......meat..meat..meat!

The six monsters, all eager, took off at the women.

@Kaalee


The man had not appreciated how the situation had played out. All he wanted was to take a few nibbles, maybe eat the whole body, of the women he found. But he failed. And she had hurt him. The man sat up after a bit of time and he grew angrier after a short while. Another figure stepped out of the shadows, clicking its tongue.

"Why did you do that brother? I told you to wait, I told you to move after me, but you got impatient you moron!"

The man on ground wimpered as the man standing reached over and smacked around who appeared to be the younger brother. The older brother, who was the one standing up, smacked the younger brother around abit before calming down.

"Its ok, its ok. We just need to try again. Lets go."

The younger brother wimpered, got up, and followed behind the older brother as they gave chase to Selenia.

"Fuuuuuuu-" I yelled, as some random dude picked me up and bashed me against a rock. As he threw me behind him, I preformed a mid-air somersault (laws of physics be damned) and managed a cat like landing on the ground. I've been thrown out of a lot of houses in my time. Turning to the man, or really butch woman, I decided to turn up the theatrics.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you see there is nothing up my sleeves, nothing at all, but with a flick of my wrist and the magic words -Damn You Xythaen- you'll see that there is now a knife." In this situation it was flight or fight, but I work best against a singular foe.

Dashing forward, even faster than when I was fleeing the beggars, I slid between the tattooed man's legs and slashed both his achillies tendons. As the man fell, Ryteb jumped up and stabbed him right in the back. It was crude and crass, but if I took this guys area, I might get a bit of breathing room.

"Next time..." I panted, leaning beck against the rock, "At least be a woman. I prefer to be the one doing the fucking..."

His vision was blurry and his ears were ringing. He could make out somebody moving a little in front of him and could faintly hear a man's voice. "Somebody is talking to me" he thought to himself, he wanted to say something but the whole situation he was in was too surprising to him. His usually twisted in a cheerful way personality had receded as the boy simply stood there, startled like a deer in headlights, empty and unblinking eyes staring straight ahead. Eventually he could tell that the person had moved away and in a few minutes the ringing stopped and his vision returned to normal.

The entire scene that lay before him disturbed him. He was startled yet somehow calm as he looked at the dead landscape and pitch black sky. He saw a man with red hair disappear over a ridge in the distance and in the opposite direction he saw a forest. Instinct took over and he ran into the forest acting unusually determined. The trees were tall black and dead, the forest floor was like an ashy soot and it was much darker than the earthen field in which he started in. The boy ran very quickly, he would occasionally see glowing red eyes peeking at him from behind a tree and would even at times hear the footsteps of something that would attempt to chase him which would quickly fade away due to whatever it was failing to keep up with his speed.

At one point the boy came across a dilapidated old shack which apparently was somebody's home. The boy had already realized that he had no weapons on him so he decided to raid the shack to get anything that would be of use. He scavenged a tomahawk and a knife which he decided to use as his weapons and also took a rucksack which he filled with materials which he intended to use for traps, finally he donned a hooded cloak and walked out of the shack. He started off again in his original direction hearing a booming "Hey!!!" as an arrow whizzed past his head. Though under normal circumstances he would have killed the man he was currently in an out of character and frankly pitiful state of mind. He continued to run and didn't hear anybody screaming or any arrows flying by so in his mind he was in the clear.

He sprinted full steam for hours and the forest became closer to what he was used to, the trees though still dead were no longer strangely tall and were of regular color and the ground was no longer of black soot but of regular dirt, there was also more light in this area so his visibility improved as well. He was eventually met by a cliff face which he climbed to reveal to him that the forest still continued on top of it. He decided that he was bored of the forest and would take a mental break. He climbed the tree that was closest to him and rested on the area where the trunk splits into the upper limbs of the tree and he observed the area which he just came from. As he watched the forest from above he deeply pondered the situation that he was in. He had ran for hours however he wasn't tired, hungry, thirsty or even winded. His body felt lighter and less frail than it did on earth and he felt as if his senses were also boosted. He was deeply confused, he stared up at the crimson crescent moon and the pitch black sky. He did not realize yet but his body was changing, His yellow eyes started to glow and his pupils turned to slits and his skin color also began to change from peach-pale to dark grey. He also started hearing voices though it was for now exclusively his own hysterical laughter that he would hear from time to time. He could not not pick up the source of the laughter because it was all in his mind. He decided to ignore it because paying attention to it only made it a greater annoyance than it should have been. He sat there for a few hours staring at that crescent moon, at one point a young woman started weakly clawing at the base of the tree "blood... blood....." she murmured. The boy was more surprised at the fact that he could hear what she was saying than anything, but decided to ignore the woman in the end not seeing her as a threat. He closed his eyes and developed a roadmap which he named "THE MASTER PLAN TO FIGURING OUT WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!!!!!!" The lighter side of his persona slowly taking over as he became more comfortable with the situation. He lied back in that manner for a few hours failing to keep track of time as he pondered away.

@ryteb pymeroce


The tattoo man fell to his knees, reacting in pain to the stab wound and the cut achilles heels. Suddenly the Tattoos on his body seemed to come alive, writhing around his body like snakes, and reaching his wounds. The man howled in pain as the tattoo snakes seemed to chip away at the injuries. The process took about a minute, and the man seemed to be in intense pain the entire time. After the process was over, the tattoos went back to their original spot.

"Creators be damned fuck. That hurt. Now, little fox man, come here. I havent had a good meal in ages."

The tattoo man turned around and jumped reached for the fox.

@solaris


A hooded man, draped in green clothed clothing and wielding a red wood bow with white bone arrows, raced through the void. Hiding where he could, preying on those weaker than him. He ended up finding someone, someone who seemed rather new. "Fresh meat", the hooded man thought. The man aimed his bow and arrow, then fired. Missing. The hooded man nearly smacked himself. He chased and hunted the man, tracking his movements but not attempting another attempt on his life. When he found the man again, he seemed to be relaxing for a moment. The hooded man thought this was his chance. He knocked another arrow, aimed, and fired at the man.

@kidd


The group of 6, now 5, looked down at their fallen comrade. two of the five left looked back up at Sloane eager for a bite of fresh meat but the remaining three figures went to town on their fallen comrade, tearing him limb from limb. It seems in the void, anyone who slows you down becomes food. As the three figures chowed down on their unconscious ally turned food, the two smart figures attacked Sloane. One came from the right, the other from the left, both having both arms outstretched as if they wanted to grab Sloane.

"Son of a Emblan Whore!" I yelled, as I rolled out of the way of the man's charge, hearing an audible crunching sound that I hoped was the bastards head. No such luck, it would seem, as the crunch was the man crashing into a giant rock. Moving into a defensive stance, I decided to try communicating with the crazy man. A foolish idea, but not the dumbest I've made during my short career.

"Look, I don't want to kill you, but if you keep this up I will have to introduce you to my friend." As I said this, I decided to summon it anyway, just to see if I could. Thankfully my friendship with fire seemed to be a bond that spanned eternity.

My pyromancy wasn't something I used lightly. Legend tells of the destruction those aligned with the elements could cause. But I realised this one simple fact, I am in hell and can unleash the true power of the flames.

"What is it they say?" I coyly asked, "better to light a canewer than curse the darkness..."

I unleashed a torrent of flames at the tattooed man. I kept going until the screaming finally stopped, leaving naught but a pile of ash in place of my would be murderer. I then proceeded to scatter the ashes so that the fucker would have a harder time regenerating.

He opened his eyes "Bloodlust?" he thought to himself as he felt a sudden breeze. He rolled to the right in the nick of time and fell off the tree, using its limbs to control his decent. he reached the forest floor unscathed and used the tree for cover. He felt his throat, a small cut bleeding slightly. "Must have grazed it" he thought to himself as his instinct took over. Quickly he deduced that his opponent was somewhere facing the opposite side of the tree though he couldn't pinpoint the exact location. "A silent hunter forged by years of discipline and dedication" he thought to himself not being able to sense its movement.

Moments had past until he realized that he screwed up. He ignored the footsteps of the woman who on closer inspection had red eyes who had just grabbed his wrist closing in to sink her teeth into his forearm. He realized this "Oh no you don't" he said as he grabbed her wrist with his restrained hand and swung her to his left over his foot which he extended to trip her. He then twisted her wrist being careful not to break it and put his foot on her back to restrain her. His attention then returned to the hunter who must have changed position in the time that elapsed. He didn't want to fight at the moment but for some reason was compelled not to abandon the woman, his intuition saying that she will be killed if he simply leaves her "dammit I wish I was a bit more cynical" he said to himself as he put the woman in a headlock knocking her unconscious. He slung her over his left shoulder and he sprinted off. Despite having the extra weight of the woman and the supplies he was still unnaturally agile. "YOU SUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!" He screamed as he parted from his assailant in an attempt to mock him. He then let out a girlish screech as he felt an arrow penetrate his supply bag which caused him to kick his legs into full gear.

Within a few seconds he was a few football fields away and when he was comfortable with the distance he covered he took a hard right and began to make his way deeper into the foothills and into the mountains. Only a few minutes went by until he heard his voice in his
head which began to speak coherently. “Lazy boooyyyyyy…. LAZY BOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!” He said mockingly

“My name is Lazarus. Who the hell are you?” he replied

“I am you” said the voice sarcastically

“I’m me… if you actually are me than what’s your name is it also Lazarus?” he inquired

“Ha NO” he chuckled

“Who are you then?” Lazarus asked

“Nunya Bisness” Replied the voice sassily

“Stop Fucking around and be serious” Replied Lazarus slightly irritated

“Nahh, you’re a boring person” Said the voice blatantly

“What?” replied Lazarus now confused?

“Even at the current pitiful state of MY vessel it should have been an easy kill even for the likes of you…”

“What do you mean by Vessel, and what do you mean by kill” Replied Lazarus

“A vessel is a body, and I'm talking about the guy with the bow, why didn't you kill him...” said the voice

“I didn't kill him because I need more information about the world" he said plainly "You’re not referring to MY body are you?” Said Lazarus in a playful tone

The voice shot back “I most certainly am referring to MY body”

“OK whatever, I’ll go on a rampage and hopefully quell your boredom if you help me out” sighed Lazarus

“Really? AWESOME!!! Just like old times right?” Said the voice excitedly.

“What old times…” Lazarus said in a blatant manner

“Whatever what do you need?” Said the voice

“Where am I what happened to me and any other information that you have.” Said the boy

“Didn’t you listen to the demon…” said the voice

“What demon…” replied the Lazarus

“WHAT ARE YOU SLOW???” laughed the voice

“Just talk already… Nancy boy…” Said Lazarus mockingly

“You just called yourself gay you immature moron HAHAHA!!” Replied the voice

“Alright you win, just give me the info, you’re making it hard to concentrate” said the boy with an air of defeat in his tone

“Should’ve said that earlier… anyway to make this short your head was blown off by a sniper and now you’re in hell.” Don’t worry about eating or drinking, you don’t need that here and by the way you get reincarnated every time you die, so in short this is paradise.

“Don’t believe you but… OK? I guess…” he was confused

“Kay I’m going to sleep now… remember our promise.” Said the voice excitedly

“OK bye bye, I’ll definitely miss you!!” he said sarcastically.

The voice disappeared and the boy continued to run. He, now deep in the foothills, spotted a cave high up on a steep ridge. He climbed up their with the girl and his equipment and all. When he got there, the cave was very small, and nothing was visibly in it. He lied the girl down, resting her head on the bag and he sat down criss cross applesauce thinking “How the fuck am I going to make her say something other than blooooooddddd… bloooodddddd… ughh… this is annoying” The boy said aloud. He looked out the cave entrance and down at the steep drop below he noticed a man donning a green cloak and brandishing a red bow stalking the valley below. He looked at the girl and smiled "not so menacing now" he thought to himself. He then thought about the man with the bow "bow... wait... IS THAt??"

@dabombjk @Kaalee @Ryteb Pymeroce @Kidd @chukklehed

It wasn't a pretty sight, this Void. The color crimson was everywhere, and the heat was oppressive. Not to mention that strange man that greeted her as soon as she woke up. Sighing, Clairemont spoke into her solitude as she walked. "Carbuncle, was that man a demon?"

She waited for a reply, and when she received none she sighed again. She was alone, truely and absolutely. She had nobody to talk to, and nothing but a dagger to defend herself with, and on top of it she had no real path.

Finding love in a place like this? For a person like me? A farfetched dream if ever I heard one. Of the three goals I was offered, killing seems the easiest. If only I had Carbuncle, I could be out of here in a few days.

Claire shielded her eyes against the glaring sunlight as she pondered her dilemma, wandering aimlessly through the wasteland before her.

After Kyle finished off his opponent, he continued his journey into nowhere avoiding anyone who seemed like trouble. It wasnt easy, he had to hide behind things for a lengthy amount of time and sometimes even back track his steps but he was able to avoid another serious fight. This place seemed to want to bring out the worst of everyone. Kyle felt like this was unfair, this whole place was unfair, and that he didnt deserve to go here. He made mistakes sure.....made a really bad one....but why did he have to go here. He didnt enjoy killing.

Kyle stopped walking when he saw a figure in the distance. Unsettled but slightly wanting sane contact, Kyle rushed forward towards the figure in the distance. He walked fast, but not wanting alarm the new person.

"Hey wait! Are you sane," Kyle shouted asked.

@chukklehed



The hooded man fired an arrow, then leaped to his side and knocked two arrows. He took aim, then fired both arrows at the same time.

@solaris

He realized that the man below spotted him as one arrow followed by two more arrows fired simultaneously whizzed into the entrance of the cave. Due to the distance in which the arrows were fired, the fact that Lazarus had the high ground and the ample cover allowed him to easily dodge the arrows. As the arrows broke on the stony wall Lazarus called out...

"Hey friend, Shall I keep my end of the bargain... Hello? HELLLLOOOOO!!!!"

"yaaawwwwwnnnnnn huh... oh its you..." replied the voice

"Do you see that guy?" asked Lazarus as he peeked at the cloaked archer

"huh... ummm... yes I sense him... his energy matches the guy that shot arrows at you earlier..." replied the tired voice

"Haha time to keep my end of the bargain!" replied Lazarus as he grinned devilishly

"hehe killing time!" replied the voice giddily

He jumped out of the cave and slid down the steep rock face. He took cover behind a jagged boulder soon vaulting over it into a wild sprint toward the man. He was extremely agile running in a zigzag pattern in order to better dodge arrows. He drew his tomahawk which he brandished in his right hand, ready to utilize it to kill the cloaked archer.

@dabombjk @Kaalee @Ryteb Pymeroce @Kidd @chukklehed

In response to the shout, Claire instinctively tried to draw her sword, only to grasp empty air instead. Switching sides to her dagger and whirling to face whoever had hailed her, she took a defensive stance and eyed the figure approaching her warily. Drawing her dagger out half an inch when she decided he was close enough to talk, she spoke clearly enough for him to hear.

"I might be, but you are obviously not, the way you announce your presence in a battlefield." He words were clipped, in an odd dialect, adding emphasis to the 't' in every word. Her glare was focused on the man, taking in any detail that might help her beat him.

No obvious weapons. Assassin? Sorcerer? Either could be dangerous and unstable. Still, despite her obvious caution and barely hidden hostility, her dagger remained sheathed with only the thin sliver of metal showing.

@dabombjk