Drumming. Drumming. Pata-pat-pat. The sound of the rain pelting his skull was all Joseph could hear. He was in a clearing, surrounded on all sides by thick woods. It was nearing dawn, the sun had yet to reach over the treetops, and everything around him was bathed in shadow. He sat there in the mud, red hair dark with moisture and clinging to his down turned head. Closed lids obscured Joseph's blue-grey eyes, the tears from which were doing nothing to wash away the mask of dried blood that caked his face. His clothing was torn and filthy, and through the rips in his shirt light mail , perforated itself in places, could be seen. His own blood still slowly seeped from multiple wounds, though less than the injuries would allude to. Joseph's blade, what had once been a short and slender sword of gleaming, engraved steel was still clutched in his hand. The blade was now blackened and steaming, hissing at each drop of rain that had the audacity to land upon it.
All around Joseph, blood was mixing with water and mud. The clearing was stained red where it wasn't cluttered by nearly a hundred massive, hairy corpses in various states of disfigurement. Lycanthropes, humanoid canines with a fierce sense of territory and efficient pack mentality. Prominent among the corpses was a massive lycanthrope, nearly three feet taller than the largest of its kin on display. The front of its body was torn asunder, and the fur burnt to nonexistence to reveal horribly blackened flesh beneath. But mixed among these beasts were five corpses, more difficult to pick out among the carnage, but perhaps the most important —at least to the weeping Joseph. Five humans. Joseph's friends and companions. Their stationary forms lay broken, their blood seeping out to mix with that of the terrible creatures around them. Even in death, they still held their weapons and the piles of lycanthrope bodies were deepest around where they had fallen. They had fought and died like the warriors they were, never surrendering, rending the flesh from the bones of their enemies until the very last breath. They had died as they had lived; as Slayers.
Eventually the rain stopped. The sun and its warmth broke the tops of the trees and the clearing was bathed in light. Instead of hope, the light only brought the carnage of the battle into greater focus. Joseph absently heard voices filter in from the woods beyond. His body involuntarily rose from where he had sat, reopening some wounds and allowing a fresh cascade of blood to pour over his flesh. He expected more battle; almost wished for it. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to bring his blade to bear, to have it sing as he let loose the boiling rage that set his insides aflame. Joseph was prepared to fight and die like his comrades had earlier that night. He didn't get what he wanted. Instead, six human forms broke the treeline. They were battered and bruised, but whole, and when they saw Joseph, standing before them looking as though he were death incarnate, they momentarily faltered. But Joseph recognized them as his brothers and sisters in arms. As the largest among them rushed towards Joseph, he gave in to his pain and rage and fatigue and fell limply into the arms of the man.
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All around Joseph, blood was mixing with water and mud. The clearing was stained red where it wasn't cluttered by nearly a hundred massive, hairy corpses in various states of disfigurement. Lycanthropes, humanoid canines with a fierce sense of territory and efficient pack mentality. Prominent among the corpses was a massive lycanthrope, nearly three feet taller than the largest of its kin on display. The front of its body was torn asunder, and the fur burnt to nonexistence to reveal horribly blackened flesh beneath. But mixed among these beasts were five corpses, more difficult to pick out among the carnage, but perhaps the most important —at least to the weeping Joseph. Five humans. Joseph's friends and companions. Their stationary forms lay broken, their blood seeping out to mix with that of the terrible creatures around them. Even in death, they still held their weapons and the piles of lycanthrope bodies were deepest around where they had fallen. They had fought and died like the warriors they were, never surrendering, rending the flesh from the bones of their enemies until the very last breath. They had died as they had lived; as Slayers.
Eventually the rain stopped. The sun and its warmth broke the tops of the trees and the clearing was bathed in light. Instead of hope, the light only brought the carnage of the battle into greater focus. Joseph absently heard voices filter in from the woods beyond. His body involuntarily rose from where he had sat, reopening some wounds and allowing a fresh cascade of blood to pour over his flesh. He expected more battle; almost wished for it. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to bring his blade to bear, to have it sing as he let loose the boiling rage that set his insides aflame. Joseph was prepared to fight and die like his comrades had earlier that night. He didn't get what he wanted. Instead, six human forms broke the treeline. They were battered and bruised, but whole, and when they saw Joseph, standing before them looking as though he were death incarnate, they momentarily faltered. But Joseph recognized them as his brothers and sisters in arms. As the largest among them rushed towards Joseph, he gave in to his pain and rage and fatigue and fell limply into the arms of the man.
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Thank you for clicking, and welcome to the interest check for Slayers. I know the sample above tells you relatively little about this game, but it is very relevant to the story, and more about that event will be exposed in the RP itself. Now on to the meat:
Please post interest and let me know what else you would like to know about the setting and plot, as well as what you would like to see changed.