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The Irregulars -- An Art Improvement Group

Woop, I'd like to tag along with this again.

And here's one of the newer things that I dare to show in this thread.
http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/133/f/8/samurai_by_enkas-d7iam5j.png

The Hive

So... This is how the hunter boss looks like..

The Hive

He could also be sent back to the village for treatment with a local doctor

And then be found by the dragon hunters who have seen his face and lived to tell about it. D:

The Hive

Damn. And I already got my character severely injured in the beginning. That means that he's going to be vurnerable in fighting for quite a while, and I also fear that he's probably going to be one of the first to die.

The Hive

Ignasius coughed up more blood once again as the most inquisitive of dragons have approached him. The fact that arrows are stuck into his back should be a thing that may puzzle some of the dragons... Some farther behind him there are also several corpses with human weapon inflicted wounds, as well as a dead horse with a spear lodged into it's neck. The old knight heard the steps of the dragon and rose his head, he weakly smiled and nodded, trying to reassure the creature that he does not mean, nor able to do any harm. He managed to roll onto his side, so that he would be able to observe the surroundings more easilly without and coughed some blood again, due to the ammount of strength he needed to use for this action. "Greetings" He spoke in a hoarse voice, hoping that the dragon's might understand him, but he instantly regreted that, as he felt piercing pain in his chest once again, coughing up more blood.

Before he could see if the dragon could respond, another came in, pushing the previous away and snarling at him. He saw things in his mind... It seemed as a threat, as a warning. Ignasius only coughed up more blood as he figured it out that he was missunderstood. "I -" more coughing "Am not your enemy". The old man coughed relentlesly, before he slumped on his chest once again and passed out.

The Infected

Sean was in the southern part of Barrowside, where a group of old buildings, still relics of the humanity's past, were being deconstructed. The site was safe, the wall surrounding it was built a month ago, and then reinforced by professional workers some weeks ago. It was a place where sounds of sledgehammers, crowbars and a pneumatic drill were ringing relentlessly. Lots of workers were covered in the combinations of dirt, concrete dust and sweat. Even when the rain has started, they still did their work until the whistle indicating that the job was over. Even after that, Sean was still bringing his hammer onto the crumbling walls, cracking them with each strike, until they finally went down. The man wasn't a bright one, but his years of working in this field has gotten him enough experience on how it was the fastest way to demolish a building. Sean was breaking the old walls until an overseer came.

"Damn it, Mattock, every bloody time you stay here, when the whistle indicated you should have gone out already."
"But I don't need to go do I? I can do more?"
"No, everyone finishes work at the same time, no exception, you can have your hammer tomorrow."

Sean sighed, and the facial expression of this grown man looked like a child's who is going to lose his favourite toy, before handing over the sledgehammer.

"Now Sean, go to your dorm, change and then head up to the Social room, like every once in a three weeks."

The worker now nodded and hurried to his dorm, leaving a trail of wet and muddy footsteps across the room, until he found his bed and his cabinet. He took off his soaked workclothes, carelessly throwing them onto the bed, not realising that if left that way they will start stinking in time. Sean has simply pulled on some clothes, that a friend of his once managed to scavenge. Being dressed up, he headed towards the social room, where there lots of smells and sounds. He got to the bar and used some of his tokens to get a meal and a drink. Being a simple person, he didn't have too much needs, and he actually even liked the taste of all of that.

The Infected

februari said
I imagine Cristi would've spelled it out for him, if necessary. "Hey man, put on your imagination cap for a second. If somehow you weren't in Barrowside, you could sleep with your hammer ..."

XD

The Infected

Sean won't really manage to figure it out why should he leave Barrowside by himself... So someone might need to convince him :o

The Hive

Ignasius has been unconscious for several minutes, before he managed to wake up... It had hurt everywhere, he was shot twice in the back, while the man couldn't determine the location of them both, the fact of how painful was it to breathe and made him cough up blood, indicated that his lung was punctured. This was bad for him. He tried to crawl somewhere, but was unable to. The man only smiled weakly when he saw that the dragon hunters were now gone and the dragons were flying away in different directions. He saw some of them having a conversation... At least it looked like a one, even if they were not moving their mouths. Ignasius coughed once again and groaned from pain... Now only hoped that his suffering might end soon..

The old man managed to drag himself another meter, but this was where his strength has ended. Ignasius stopped and carefully breathed, still coughing up blood once in a while. He tried to roll over onto the back, where the arrows where stuck, but he was too weak for that now, so he just laid on his chest, staring and waiting.

Rising: A New Age of Gods

I am sorry, but I have lost my interest, so I'll be dropping out :C