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@Zetsuko
The first page of the book swirled and shifted through many different languages before settling on one that Nybras understood. It was the first langue his people taught him as a child. Sadly the first page didn’t seem to be the beginning of any story but somewhere in the middle. As he absorbed the words images entered into his mind. A young man probably a human sat at a council. The viewpoint would move around and settle onto this man… as if Nybras was this man now. He would view the events that he was reading about through this man’s eyes.
“You think the demons and devils will hold true to this treaty!?” He yelled and would notice that he was standing and holding a parchment.
“They will or they will perish. The old one assures us of this.” Said an older man with white hair. He was balding and all that remained of his hair was a massive white beard.
“You speak of the Vampire!?” The much younger man at this council meeting retorted.
“He hasn’t ever harmed us!” A younger but still somewhat old man informed the council.
“And how long have you been alive?” Said the one that Nybras was seeing through.
“He is immortal and has lived for god only knows. If he did something to us then we wouldn’t even remember it. That and he has magical abilities that rival the gods… so they say.” He calmly said as he looked at everyone.
“If you don’t believe that these infernal creatures will throw the first blow you are dooming the human race! We dwindle now because of the last war with these beasts. We have one major city left and that is all that remains of our pure race!” He explained as he looked at the others.
“What about the ones who live with the elves and other goodly creatures?” Asked the old man.
“They water down our powerful bloodline by bedding with those creatures!” Scornfully the man yelled as he moved up and slammed his fist into the table. He was young and strong but that didn’t explain why the thick oak table cracked when his fist hit it.
“Enough!” Spoke a well-rounded looking man. He wasn’t thin but his muscle was there. He looked like he could snap the young man in half. The younger man moved back and sat in his chair to pout as he crossed his arms.
“This treaty is the only thing keeping us from desolation. If you push this council you will be banished from it for thinking so shortsightedly.” His words started to bleed together as the vision vanished and Nybras was looking at a blank book. It seemed that the book would only reveal so much information at a given point in time.
@Vampy
He handed her some tea and allowed her to look around. The small pond didn’t ripple as she entered the small boat. It didn’t even sway in the water like a normal boat would.
“The night is beautiful, although I find it lacking something. Substance perhaps.” He paused as he poured another cup for himself and started to blow on the steam.
“What is it you seek in the garden? Peace, clarity, solace or did you wish to just be alone?” He asked and then started to blow on the tea again before sipping it gingerly.
“I suppose I come out here to clear my thoughts and look upon the beautiful night.” He admitted as he looked at her. His eyes red pinpricks beneath his straw hat.
“So many minds all running about… if only we were again…” He paused as if something stopped him from saying something.
“Could you imagine not having an eye?” He asked as he looked at her.
The first page of the book swirled and shifted through many different languages before settling on one that Nybras understood. It was the first langue his people taught him as a child. Sadly the first page didn’t seem to be the beginning of any story but somewhere in the middle. As he absorbed the words images entered into his mind. A young man probably a human sat at a council. The viewpoint would move around and settle onto this man… as if Nybras was this man now. He would view the events that he was reading about through this man’s eyes.
“You think the demons and devils will hold true to this treaty!?” He yelled and would notice that he was standing and holding a parchment.
“They will or they will perish. The old one assures us of this.” Said an older man with white hair. He was balding and all that remained of his hair was a massive white beard.
“You speak of the Vampire!?” The much younger man at this council meeting retorted.
“He hasn’t ever harmed us!” A younger but still somewhat old man informed the council.
“And how long have you been alive?” Said the one that Nybras was seeing through.
“He is immortal and has lived for god only knows. If he did something to us then we wouldn’t even remember it. That and he has magical abilities that rival the gods… so they say.” He calmly said as he looked at everyone.
“If you don’t believe that these infernal creatures will throw the first blow you are dooming the human race! We dwindle now because of the last war with these beasts. We have one major city left and that is all that remains of our pure race!” He explained as he looked at the others.
“What about the ones who live with the elves and other goodly creatures?” Asked the old man.
“They water down our powerful bloodline by bedding with those creatures!” Scornfully the man yelled as he moved up and slammed his fist into the table. He was young and strong but that didn’t explain why the thick oak table cracked when his fist hit it.
“Enough!” Spoke a well-rounded looking man. He wasn’t thin but his muscle was there. He looked like he could snap the young man in half. The younger man moved back and sat in his chair to pout as he crossed his arms.
“This treaty is the only thing keeping us from desolation. If you push this council you will be banished from it for thinking so shortsightedly.” His words started to bleed together as the vision vanished and Nybras was looking at a blank book. It seemed that the book would only reveal so much information at a given point in time.
@Vampy
He handed her some tea and allowed her to look around. The small pond didn’t ripple as she entered the small boat. It didn’t even sway in the water like a normal boat would.
“The night is beautiful, although I find it lacking something. Substance perhaps.” He paused as he poured another cup for himself and started to blow on the steam.
“What is it you seek in the garden? Peace, clarity, solace or did you wish to just be alone?” He asked and then started to blow on the tea again before sipping it gingerly.
“I suppose I come out here to clear my thoughts and look upon the beautiful night.” He admitted as he looked at her. His eyes red pinpricks beneath his straw hat.
“So many minds all running about… if only we were again…” He paused as if something stopped him from saying something.
“Could you imagine not having an eye?” He asked as he looked at her.
So am I supposed to post again? Seems like I post a lot compared to everyone else. Just want to make sure everyone gets a post in before I do. Seems unfair if I post because I posted one before the last. Could someone else post or is everyone waiting on me? Sadly if you are all waiting I hope you can wait a bit longer. I have to go to work training.
@ChronoBovino
John isn't weak he just lacks stamina. He can pick up and toss small children. Depending on weight and stuff is how far. So yeah. Like him tossing things over buildings and such. Through the first few months this will really get at him. IF we make it past a few months he is going to probably ask Captain America for so cardio workouts. Things that will increase his stamina but not leave him too tired to fight the undead. He will also suggest this to the others. Learn basic hand to hand and how to use a knife. Things I has planned.
I really don't like talking about religion because everyone has an opinion on the matter. So I just generalize it. Yeah your religion is better blah blah. I don't care. I guess when it comes down to it. I would rather be a godless barbarian with a heart of gold. Instead of being a worshiper of whatever god or gods who would allow a child die or be the cause of the death. Just me maybe.
@Sophrus
That is what I mentioned before about the eye for an eye type thing. We fight them we lose some they lose some until there is nothing left. If there is a plan to eradicate them without loss then what about those that could possibly be saved? How does this make us the better people? Would you want people around leading you that would do that? Perhaps it is required in this new world but think deep down.
John isn't weak he just lacks stamina. He can pick up and toss small children. Depending on weight and stuff is how far. So yeah. Like him tossing things over buildings and such. Through the first few months this will really get at him. IF we make it past a few months he is going to probably ask Captain America for so cardio workouts. Things that will increase his stamina but not leave him too tired to fight the undead. He will also suggest this to the others. Learn basic hand to hand and how to use a knife. Things I has planned.
I really don't like talking about religion because everyone has an opinion on the matter. So I just generalize it. Yeah your religion is better blah blah. I don't care. I guess when it comes down to it. I would rather be a godless barbarian with a heart of gold. Instead of being a worshiper of whatever god or gods who would allow a child die or be the cause of the death. Just me maybe.
@Sophrus
That is what I mentioned before about the eye for an eye type thing. We fight them we lose some they lose some until there is nothing left. If there is a plan to eradicate them without loss then what about those that could possibly be saved? How does this make us the better people? Would you want people around leading you that would do that? Perhaps it is required in this new world but think deep down.
Sorry if I took so long. Just got a job! So yeah. I will try to post as soon as I can. Also I hope you both like my reply.
@Vampy
In the center of the garden was a small pond surrounded by flowers and trees. It seemed that there were many different ecosystems thriving within the garden. Flowers and trees from all around the world were spread around. On the lake was a small boat with a man in it. His face was covered by a straw hat. He looked up as Moriko walked into the garden and smiled. All that would be visible of the man would be his teeth. The light from the reflection of the moon lit his grin as if he were a nightlight.
“Welcome to the garden.” He spoke with a nice tone and waved at the water. Stones formed on the water or perhaps they were always there.
“Water that drips and water that crashes grinds stone to sand. Yet when the water is calm there is balance. The fact that these stones were here proved that the water can be tranquil. Yet whenever one hears about shipwrecks they think water to be so chaotic.” He said as he poured a drink and placed it on the boats railing.
@Zetsuko
As Zetsuko slipped away into his hopefully restful sleep he found himself alone in the dark. The darkness started to swirl and collect into a dark massive form. Red eyes dotted its top at what one would assume to be a head. White almost silver blue teeth came in under the eyes as it looked around the area. They shed light onto the surrounding area and he would find himself within his room.
“Sleeper of the night?” It asked in a strange and familiar voice. Its eyes shifted onto him finally as the details became clear within the room. Too clear some would say… it was as if he were focusing on each part of the room individually, at the same time. However the creature was formless… more like a blob with a cloak of fire.
“You must free me from this prison. Only then will you know the truth.” The creature said as its arm came forwards pointing at the book that wasn’t there before. It looked like a hardback book with a green cover. With no title on the outside, nor did it have any marks. If Zetsuko looked at the book when his gaze returned the figure would be gone. That and he would find himself awake holding the book assuming he picked it up.
In the center of the garden was a small pond surrounded by flowers and trees. It seemed that there were many different ecosystems thriving within the garden. Flowers and trees from all around the world were spread around. On the lake was a small boat with a man in it. His face was covered by a straw hat. He looked up as Moriko walked into the garden and smiled. All that would be visible of the man would be his teeth. The light from the reflection of the moon lit his grin as if he were a nightlight.
“Welcome to the garden.” He spoke with a nice tone and waved at the water. Stones formed on the water or perhaps they were always there.
“Water that drips and water that crashes grinds stone to sand. Yet when the water is calm there is balance. The fact that these stones were here proved that the water can be tranquil. Yet whenever one hears about shipwrecks they think water to be so chaotic.” He said as he poured a drink and placed it on the boats railing.
@Zetsuko
As Zetsuko slipped away into his hopefully restful sleep he found himself alone in the dark. The darkness started to swirl and collect into a dark massive form. Red eyes dotted its top at what one would assume to be a head. White almost silver blue teeth came in under the eyes as it looked around the area. They shed light onto the surrounding area and he would find himself within his room.
“Sleeper of the night?” It asked in a strange and familiar voice. Its eyes shifted onto him finally as the details became clear within the room. Too clear some would say… it was as if he were focusing on each part of the room individually, at the same time. However the creature was formless… more like a blob with a cloak of fire.
“You must free me from this prison. Only then will you know the truth.” The creature said as its arm came forwards pointing at the book that wasn’t there before. It looked like a hardback book with a green cover. With no title on the outside, nor did it have any marks. If Zetsuko looked at the book when his gaze returned the figure would be gone. That and he would find himself awake holding the book assuming he picked it up.
Consequences? Everything has a kind of consequence. Kind of like risk vs reward. Some people see victims in our group. Let’s say... They prey upon our group and kill someone... let’s say the little girl and Anastasia. We kill a few of them and there will always be a vendetta of sorts between the groups. Everyone will end up fighting and killing one another for vengeance. Like in the walking dead.
To me Consequence is not seeing that kind of downward spiral. I would like to think that I could see it and move the group past that. If you were getting at spiritual consequence or emotional then those are a bit different. Insanity could develop within someone from hearing the constant moans of the undead or from seeing them pull apart a loved one. To allow it to get to you on such a level that your mind snaps seems another consequence. The moaning could be stopped with earplugs and/or listening to music on a really low setting through earbuds.
Spiritual consequences are... in my opinion something developed based on personal opinion. Each god or belief out there seems to have some kind of strict rules. To me using that as a power base to control others breaks your spiritual connection to others. Spiritual and emotional connections to others can become strained and taken in situations like this. The fact that most people cannot handle and outbreak and mentally snap breaks most bonds. Either the parents of a child break down and kill one another or they get torn apart from the undead and the child lives. That child will be broken in a way. Consequences of keeping that child around could be bad. As seen in walking dead. Although snuffing out a life is never a simple matter. That and if shown enough love and hope they could become a stronger person for it. Even though they will always have that baggage they will become stronger.
To me Consequence is not seeing that kind of downward spiral. I would like to think that I could see it and move the group past that. If you were getting at spiritual consequence or emotional then those are a bit different. Insanity could develop within someone from hearing the constant moans of the undead or from seeing them pull apart a loved one. To allow it to get to you on such a level that your mind snaps seems another consequence. The moaning could be stopped with earplugs and/or listening to music on a really low setting through earbuds.
Spiritual consequences are... in my opinion something developed based on personal opinion. Each god or belief out there seems to have some kind of strict rules. To me using that as a power base to control others breaks your spiritual connection to others. Spiritual and emotional connections to others can become strained and taken in situations like this. The fact that most people cannot handle and outbreak and mentally snap breaks most bonds. Either the parents of a child break down and kill one another or they get torn apart from the undead and the child lives. That child will be broken in a way. Consequences of keeping that child around could be bad. As seen in walking dead. Although snuffing out a life is never a simple matter. That and if shown enough love and hope they could become a stronger person for it. Even though they will always have that baggage they will become stronger.
What I meant by that was fanatic religious people. People who use the word of god to control and contort people to their wills. They use it as an excuse and stuff.
I was getting at the fact that most people don't know that is some scenarios of zombie outbreaks. Most people are already infected as in when they die they will reanimate. Regardless of how they die unless it was from a head wound. Something that would be powerful enough to scramble the brain a bit. So people who ate pills would be the most "human" looking zombies. Thus people close to them could get confused. Also there is the attachment factor. People who feel as though they love someone too much and cannot take it upon themselves to kill said loved one. Another thing... in the walking dead show there were the misunderstood people. People who didn't realize what the situation was and believed in faith or something to come save their loved ones. There are many factors to take into consideration.
Also sadly it is listed in the book that most people... when they punch their tickets will not shoot themselves in the head or stab. You know how terrifying that is? The thought of dying would have to be in their sleep or something... Probably
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