Desert Zephyr

The Last Embers

I am definitely not going with the Grammaton cleric (loved the movie) because of how emotionless they are supposed to be. Need some more classic anger and angst, so I am more going with the Warhammer 40k idea of danger here.

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Congrats buddy! Hope you can get some serious sleeping in before next year!

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

First Blow – Alexander Lyre

Alex jogged up the hill, trailing behind the rest of the group. The pistols glinted in his hands, red flashes of light blazing in the sun. He jangled with each step, leaving the trio of collapsed corpses behind. They weren’t going to stay down forever, but it was a problem for later. The foul mist lurked ahead, and soon enveloped him. Thankfully, the others were no quieter than he was, so he had no problem following. He maintained an easy lope; the tense nervousness and expectation of an ambush didn’t leave him until he broke through the mist.

What Alex found was worse than the anticipation. A magically drained corpse was tethered to a withered tree. He could barely tell it was a woman, with short blond hair. His first reaction was rather incongruous to the situation. Gecko? His chest pounded and he tingled with same sensation he had right before he lost a big hand. Even Wren diving into view, worn down but unharmed didn’t alleviate it He was looking at the abomination that just missed her after all.

A gargoyle. He let out a single pithy curse, in between his heavy breathing. The final card had still yet to be played here. Even the hulking monster, gaping fangs and heavy stone, wasn’t enough. "More skin to sew unto my glorious frame..." Alex shuddered at the thought, and raised a single pistol, pointing it at the thing’s ugly face. Shuffling noises echoed up behind him, and he half spun around to look behind them. The other pistol rose up to aim at the nearest of the three shambling undead behind. My old friends...

Thalien started barking out orders. Alex shrugged mentally. He didn’t remember her being put in charge, but they made sense. Despite the nigh overwhelming temptation to plant a bullet straight into those ridiculous and vicious fangs, Alex whirled around and focused on the unnatural corpses slowly making their way up behind him. “We meet again. Say hello to my little friends,” Alex whispered softly to himself. He fired the first aimed pistol, then took two steps to the side to fire the second one. He began a fast, but methodical reloading. “If you can cover my back, I’ld appreciate it Wren!”

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I am fine with restarting. It means I can go back and edit my initial post some more, and repost that 18 page monster. We can even use that to intimidate the timid away if you want LJ. :D

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Have you posted a new OOC LJ?

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Who else is still around? It might just be necessity at this point.

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

I will have another post up today, and I understand that we can win people over.... Does that mean I can make the gargoyle my pet instead?

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

Kadaeux said Worry less about quality than content.The more stupidity an idea is the more likely it is to get you killed.

Kangaroo said Well I was including content under the banner of quality. For me you can't have a good quality RP post that doesn't have good content.

But you can have a great quality post with a really dumb idea in it.... For those who want to suicide their character for a new one?

PS. Do quotes within quotes work?

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As far as opening it up to new members, we don't have to let anyone in who doesn't make the cut. We could just open it up and see if we like anyone who applies with no guarantees for open spots. That's actually my preference here. And I would love to get everyone back.

Legend of Renalta 2 (Dark Fantasy)

First Blow-Alexander Lyre

The pistols went back in their holsters momentarily, and Alex shut his eyes as he took two quick steps through the foul black clouds of smoke. The noxious sulfurous stung the eyes, and the momentary blindness was better than tearing up. His hands followed practiced motions, pulling two fresh cartridges from the ammo belt around his waist. The smooth feel of brass was a sharp contrast to the mottled grip along the handles, and the two new rounds were held by the pinky and ring fingers in either hand. The other three fingers were more than sufficient for picking the pistols back up, and then pinning the rounds to the grips.

Alex opened his eyes to fresher air, and quickly eyed his handiwork. Thalien frowned in revulsion at the gore splattered across her face and clothes, and Erasmus had dismantled the other one still standing, sticky gore covering his blade. Alex eyed the area, as he felt one of his pistols misfire. He hadn’t hit any team members but….

Ahhh...

The damn gecko was back, darting away from the smoking hole. As for the other undead, were having some trouble getting up. The gut reaction was the slower and safer of the two reloads, cracking one barrel open with both hands, and then the other. If it was necessary, as the night that started this whole disaster, he could reload each pistol with only the hand holding it. The tips of his fingers warmed, as the hot casings scorched the leather once again. He slid both rounds in the empty barrels, and they snapped up with satisfying click.

A corner of his mouth quirked up into a smirk. Alex could feel the blood coursing through his veins, and it felt good. Even the shrill shriek that came next didn’t erase the feeling, but heightened it. Alex saw the remaining trio of undead collapse back to the ground, and he made a mental note to avoid the area as he jogged to catch up with his companions. The gecko was still running, and Alex eyed it. It tickled the back of his brain, something about the damn undead thing was wrong…