Dark Eternity

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

The group was doing great. The skeletons risen from their rest were no problem. There were the usual problems through outnumbered battling. The path grew wider, the further down the group moved downward the cliffside. The grumbling ground increased throughout the fighting, driving Emilia into more agitation. Her blade swiped through bones, leaving nothing but split bones and skeletons falling apart. At a sudden jolt of quietness through the battle, Emilia looked around. Right behind the Firekeeper, there was Ana, swinging her powerful hammer across the fields of bones. With the Giantess, Emilia could easily mow down what was in front of them. They could keep each other's backs free and skeletons were no big trouble.

But then there was the shaking ground. It had gained such magnitude, that the bones on the ground began to shiver and bounce. Just a little behind the group, the wall of the cliffside burst open. The howling screech of another undead pierced the air. Something large, though. A mass of bones clawed against the rocks, dragging forth what was the blight of rotten flesh, covered in an armor of bones. The horrid figure was similar to a bird, despite it's wings not existing, large arms prancing claws like a set of swords. Instead of simple eyes, the massive figure had a mass of skulls in it's sockets, each leaking a green liquid from the open eyes. The beak was painted in blood and dirt and it was perhaps the only part of the body that was not garnished by bones. The torso, though halfway burrowed inside the cliff, already revealed a set of ribcages that hung over the dark tinted flesh. With another air-shaking shriek, the mass began pulling itself further out of the tunnel.

The view of that creature froze Emilia's blood. Her body stopped moving on the spot, allowing the approaching undead to get some hits on the Firekeeper. She felt a blade cut a line across her back, which was the wake up call for her to keep moving. The other problem that was staying was a group member, Idan, was being pushed towards the edge. Pushing an approaching skeleton towards it's comrades, Emilia screamed "Keep moving! Do not let the beast catch us here." Her feet carried her closer to the group, making a dash for Idan. She would not loose a comrade of arms so early in their journey.

In the meantime, the undead creature slowly moved out of the hole, it's claws digging into the cliff. The head of the beast sized little larger than the Giantess of the group. The torso slowly grew, as the creature inhaled deeply. A set of thin crow legs crawled out of the hole and dug into the rock, while a tail slithered across the cliff, swiping stones and throwing them around. These rocks flew across the area, smashing whatever was not prepared or covered. In this case, the mass of skeletons was quickly decimated to smaller numbers. The drawback was that Emilia, who tried to get to Idan to help him and get him a steadier footing, was hit by a rock square on her armor. It knocked her off her feet, pushing air out of her lungs and flinging her on the ground.

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

How is everybody doing? I wish to see some more posts coming up =)

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

I will post later this day. I would appreciate, if people would get their posts done, especially those that have yet to post for the first time in IC.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

@Strange: Sure you can have a sideweapon. The preferred weapon is the "main" class your character has. It also determines some of the weapons that will drop as loot later on.

On the other hand, where did everybody go? Where are them posts?

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

Meh, I just wrote my post. I think it's rather large and I am feeling like I messed some things up, but oh well... Might be just me.

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

Dominique followed Catherine quietly, noticing the way she affected the students that were around her. "I think we are loosing touch. I am not a... student", she muttered, keeping close to the woman. She was not sure whether she should laugh about this or keep playing along. It all felt like a stupid joke to her. Every single person in this mansion was a mutant? The thought dug into the petite girl and bothered her a lot. She had seen on the news what the group around this 'Magneto' guy were capable of. Perhaps she was standing amidst such an army.

As Catherine spoke about a medical examination, Dominique remained quiet. She actually spaced out on that, watching a redhead approach. Her hair color was gorgeous. "I'm Dominique. Pleasure to meet you." She gently shook the woman's hand and smiled like a little schoolgirl standing in front of the teacher all the girls had a crush on, including herself. Only thing different was that Dominique was probably as old as her.

And then came (the) Storm. The Headmistress of the mansion. Dominique immediately rummaged through her bag. "Euhm, yes. No. Let me grab that stupid...", she began to mumble, receiving only a smile from Storm. She walked into the office without leaving her eyes from her bag. After circling the whole office for three rounds, she pulled out the folder and dropped it politely on Storm's desk. "I received a job offer from someone of this staff. I was offered a transportation job... I was told I would mostly transport food from town over here, but I believe there was something else you wanted me to come over for..."

She showed the same 'trick' to Storm which she had shown to Catherine. Once more, half of her attire was pulled out of her sport's bag on a rack pole. Storm was impressed, even though she knew of Dominique's power. After all, she had read her file from both the police records and Dominique's former employer. Dominique remained standing, her feet tapping on the ground. "Am I getting the job or not?", she asked Storm, who thought about it for a second. The rest was a blurred mess for Dominique, out of the simple fact that she was happy. Storm approved of her and gave her the job. Of course, there were circumstances that Dominique had to do in return. Since the girl met the hand of law before ending school, she had to attend classes. Only some. The other would be the full cooperation with the cook and the mechanic. After all, those two were the people she should be working with. The whole ordeal with the vehicles (Storm included that Dominique might have to fly from time to time, which the girl took with great enthusiasm) must be agreed with the mechanic, while Dominique would keep the kitchen supplied, which would mean that Dominique had to follow all of the cook's instructions. Anything else just rushed past the girl.

As Dominique stepped out of Storm's office, she was glowing in happiness. She had a job, a room and she would soon learn more about her powers. She rushed down the hall, her sport's bag bouncing around. Despite the first moment on this ground being the total horror for the claustrophobic part of her, Dominique was more than glad to be accepted. Once she was at her room, she quickly unloaded her sport's bag. The cloth rack poles were quickly emptied into the closet, her books were neatly stashed away, a set of boots and sneakers were keeping the clothes company. And a stereo. Dominique wrestled with that machine to fit into the bag. After all, this was her whole property. Well, minus the furniture she owned in the past couple years. But she could not fit those in the bag. With her room neatly filled with her belongings, the girl removed the pocket dimension from the bag and dashed out of the room, barefoot. She had to meet the cook.

She was not even sure where she was going. She acted on instinct, quickly walking through the halls and memorizing the place. In fact, she noticed some oddities along her way, but she did not give it too much attention. As she found the kitchen, she met a familiar face... hair. The redhead was in the kitchen, along with what appeared to be the cook. She noticed the intoxicating scent of food in the air. She knocked on the doorframe and stepped into the room. "Bonjour", she spoke with a smile, strutting towards the two. "I suppose this is the cuisine? I am Dominique LaBlanche. I am supposed to work as supplier for you, I suppose?" She looked at Jason, rocking on her heels once she was in a comfortable distance to him.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Hey people. How are you doing? The weekend had treated you well?

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

Claudius can journey with the group. I like where this is going already. I hope you guys are excited as much as I am :)

[High-Casual]The X-Men Academy.

The young woman got up from her folding chair as she was approached by an attractive lady. She tried to put on a smile, but she was still shivering a little. "I am Dominique LaBlanche. I applied for a job here? This is the... euhm..." She rubbed her neck as she tried to recall the name's place. She opened her sport's bag and rummaged through. As she got grip of the folder she needed, she pulled it out. "Xavier's School of Gifted Youngsters. I applied here to deliver food from town over here and...", she began to mutter, but as she got to the next part, she looked at the woman in front of her. "...I was told you could help me with my 'Gift'."

She slid her hand back into the bag, stashing the folder in the pocket dimension she had in the baggage. She then pulled out a coat rack pole, on which half her attire is hanging on. It was a hassle, though, since the clothes hook were barely fitting in the bag, but she managed, holding a large pole with a mass of clothes in front of her. She wobbled on her feet due to the weight that was now on her arms, but she smiled at Catherine. "I can get out another one if you need proof...", she mumbled.

Looking into the bag would not work, though. There was always this foggy layer on the opening. It looked like a curtain of some sorts, preventing someone to look inside. She did not want to talk about her nightmares, though. She was aware that, if the fact was right that people here were something like herself, there would be people that could take these horrid haunters away, but she wanted to settle first. Not only that, but those nightmares were her deepest secret, much like how it feels like being in one of those bags she tend to make. And then, there was this whole ordeal on the news all the time, with 'mutants' that were attacking humans, and other mutants defending humans.
She was not sure who was standing in front of her, to put it simple.

"So, about my job... Where do I have to sign in?", she asked, her heels beginning to do the little forward and backward motion she liked to do now and then. Rocking on the heels, she stashed her 'cloak rack' back in the bag.

Dark Souls - Journey to the Bleeding Throne

The crowd of risen bones began to gather. They were numerous, about a dozen on each side and even more approaching from the path. It was not a problem to take down a skeleton. They were pretty harmless, if you concentrated on the target. In most cases, you were outnumbered to the point that they were getting out of sight and therefore grew into a danger. By a group such as this, and on a path that lead down a cliffside, it was easy to keep each other covered.

Emilia gratefully nodded at the Giantess that followed them. Her Katana slowly came out of the sheath, despite the it's effectiveness against these beasts. They would scatter their bones with a good blow anyway. A blade was just unnecessary use.

"Keep calm, my fellows. These spawn of the Dark have nothing against us." There was some calmness in her voice. Reassured by the powers of this group, the Firekeeper glanced at the beasts approaching. Those were all human skeletons. The demon and dragon skulls were scattered and smashed in their surroundings. Whatever had done this trickery had not the power to lift the bones of powerful beings.

But there was a grumble in the ground that startled the woman once more. A simple shiver of the cliff that was even more unnatural than the little band of walking dead. "Smash these beasts. Make way to the bottom. We need to get going." She began advancing down the path, kicking the leg off of a skeleton and bashing the head down the cliff. The slow swipes of bone blades and stone clubs were nothing for her. She easily stepped between the blows and countered just as easily. The group should have no problem facing these abominations.