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Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

And so enters Silias!
Pardon if some things don't make sense, especially towards the end. It's nearly 5AM and I really need sleep, haha... x_x

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

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The forest obeyed no one. It was neither slave nor servant, but rather the overlord that watched them all. Clothed in silken shadows, the green intertwined with whispers of the woods. Songs of what lay beneath the dappled sun and dark. No rhythm to their chorus, but there needn't be one. A rise and fall of chirps and snarls and rushes. A song that followed no rules. Gone were the laws, save for the primal instinct of kill or be killed. There was a wildness in the trees. Something alive with a tense energy. Watching like the hunter. Hiding like the prey. Beautiful like a painting. A masterpiece of dappled greens and browns and blacks and whatever lay scattered on the master's pallet. Something, Silias learned as slender shrubs faded to thick trunks, that one will never be accustomed to.

The Sahib stared out the carriage's small window, a thoughtful look on his face as the scenery tumbled by. In his left hand danced a coin, falling and rising over his slender fingers. Up and up and down once more. It was more of a habit than anything. Something to do when the soul was distant but the body needed something to do. His body swayed with every small bump, the carriage unused to such terrain. It was a small little thing, with few adornments and a tight, uncomfortable interior. But it was cheap and inconspicuous--a necessary sacrifice for such a...hefty load.

His fingers faltered for a moment and the coin slipped, saved only by the quick snatching of his right hand. Then, like an unfaltering machine, the coin was back dancing across his hand. The delivery. Nearly an ox's weight of iron, with a quarter as much Valdium. Valuable treasures for a valuable ally. As calm as he was, a slight shiver of anxiety crept up his spine at the thought of such a delivery. The trip had been calm enough, the only set back being a dead knight from an Orc attack, but he had learned that such fanciful whimsies did not last long. Fate was cruel, but luck was crueler. Still, there was no point in turning back. Only a day's left of travel remained, and he needed that Count. In a world of treachery and bloodshed, allies were important, and this one was no exception.

"Milord?" the silvery voice pierced Silias' thoughts, dragging him back beneath the shadowy forest canopy.

Silias turned sharply, his gaze meeting that of an elegant, young half-elf. "Val'rasar," his bronze voice rumbled pleasantly, the pleasant lilt of an accent evident as he spoke, "are you in need of something?"

"Merely wondering if you were alright." Val'rasar bowed her head slightly, her pale hair hiding her eyes as her gaze flitted ever so briefly to the two others that accompanied the carriage ride. "You seem rather...distracted."

Silias chuckled softly. "Have no worries, my dear. Just lost in thought."

He turned back to the window, though his eyes flickered to the others that sat with him. There were three of them, the Sahib not included. All were, to his comfort, familiar faces. Though half-elves were rarity in the deserts of Arad Luin, that did little for chance to bring Val'rasar and Silias together. Fierce and fiery, it was her skill with a blade that brought the fierce warrior to Silias' attention. Since then had been only a couple of years since her hiring as a retainer, yet in that time she had proved her worth on countless occasions. Sitting beside her, with the features of a withered apple and the body of a long dead corpse, wheezed Advisor Nezar Sarasala. Though as ancient as the woods they traversed in, the Rasheek had been employed by the House Rahmin since before Silias was born, guiding his parents before the...incident. Across from them, sitting beside Silias, was Run. No last name, no first name. Only a title of what he could do: Run. The servant boy was small, even for a child of eight. He grew sick quickly and seldom spoke, but he worked hard and followed orders.

"Soldiers, halt!"

The rough voice cut through the still air of the woods, silencing the buzz amongst the undergrowth. With a lurch and shudder, the carriage grounded to a stop. A clamor of armor sounded outside, growing louder before a bearded knight poked his head through the window. "Rest stop, milord. Best stretch your limbs before we go. Only a day's journey left."
Sighing with relief, Silias rubbed his back and grimaced as a loud pop was heard. After hours of rocky terrain, it was a relief to finally stop. Run hurried out the carriage and circled around to open Silias' door. The Sahib's legs wobbled as he descended. The sweet must of leaves and rot and some more drifted around him, carried by the dancing wind. His body turned with it, then froze.

There, with a dress of vines and a crown of debris, was an outcropping of ruins.

It was dark and intimidating, yet no immediate danger was clear. Shadows dwelled beneath the stones, amassing into a darkness that grew deeper into the remains. Something was...off. What, he did not know. But the feeling of unease hung in the air like a storm cloud, bearing over the small party of travelers.

"Beauty, ain't she?" the Knight from before grunted, following his gaze. "But, ah, I wouldn't go running in there if I was you. No offense, Milord!"

Silias blinked hard and tore his gaze away from the visage of rock. "And why not?"

"Thing musta be ancient. Y'dunno what's gotta be in it. Rats, traps, disease; not to mention that the stone's 'bout to collapse."

"Hmmph." The grunt was more interested than affirming, and his eyes shifted back to the ruin. The dark atmosphere remained, cold and foreboding. But at the same time, inviting. As if there was something there for him, waiting patiently amongst the rubble. His fingers rubbed against his coin, the markings nearly faded by the constant playing. Without tearing away his gaze, he flipped the coin, caught it in his palm, and traced the upward facing side. Heads.

Silias finally turned away, facing his emerging companions and the platoon of Knights. "You," he nodded to the bearded knight, "Half your men are to set up camp and rest. Maybe cook something up if you can. Others will guard the camp. Attack anything that so much as seems dangerous or strange. Run, help with the horses." The group split at the command, rushing off the build a fire or whatever they needed to do. The bearded knight turned to join them, only for a dark hand to grab his arm. "Wait," demanded Silias. "I have another request." His eyes drifted to the ruins. Closer and closer, they called. Farther and farther. "I want you to gather a small team," he whispered, bright eyes intense. "Scout ahead. Don't worry." A smile crept up his face. "I will be right behind."

No Escape: Hit Squad

Kit frowned slightly as he noticed Venus' slight gasp, curiosity creeping into his eyes. Was something wrong? Was she alright? He opened his mouth to comment, only for a sharp voice to snatch away his words.

"So, you all better get in this helicopter, or it's leaving without you. And if it leaves without you, you die."

He turned away from Venus, offering the glaring man a sheepish smile. "Guess we should get going then." He headed to the chopper, easily keeping a quick pace as he bounded into his seat. As reluctant as he was to fly once more, it was far better than dying. He settled in, ducking his head slightly to keep from bumping the roof. Looking around, he offered the headless girl a small smile of greeting and a brief wave directed at Keith.

"Do you know any of them?" Venus asked as she took a seat.

Kit nodded in response. "Just Keith," he whispered. Saying this, he bobbed his head towards the wendigo. "He's a good guy. I know he may appear a bit...ah, shocking, but you can trust him." In an almost affectionate way, he gave Keith a light pat on the knee before leaning back into his seat. A small gesture of what little comfort he could offer. The large werewolf glanced at the other girl, Levana, his head tilting inquisitively. His sharp eyes studied her for a moment. "Her," he murmured, "I don't know."

He extended a hand to her, his expression warm and welcoming despite the circumstances. "Hey," he greeted. "Levana, right? I'm Kit Bosque."

I'm new to roleplaying

Hello, friend!
Ah, I remember when I first started role playing. 'Twas so many years ago. Took some time to learn my way around, but once I got the hang of it, I was hooked like salmon!

Everyone has a starting point, and it's fantastic that yours is here. I know that everything may seem confusing, what with the slang and multiple areas. But have no fear! The community is very kind and welcoming for the most part, and we'll be happy to answer any question you have. As you are a beginner, I suggest you perhaps explore the Free section, Casual if you're feeling daring. Search the Interest Checks for something that appeals to your taste, state your interest, and just have fun!

If you ever want to chat, ask a question, or RP, don't be afraid to hit me up with a PM. I quite enjoy meeting new friends.

Happy Writing!

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@POOHEAD189
Fantastic!
Just in case, would Silias be able to hear these Gnolls as well? Just want to make sure I'm not misinterpreting anything.

𝕯𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖇𝖆𝖌𝖘

@DeadBeatWalking

@Fubsy

Shit, brothers. Are we doing any, motherfucking. more pictures?

Because, like. I was gonna draw more but I'm thinking. Shit. What if Fubsy drawing one or Dead and we both accidentally draw the same thing.

Oh, also. Shit. Me and Sentel were talking about a possible comedic bad guy we created in random for that PM thing I sent you. I think you might motherfucking like it. Even if we don't go with the PM lore I sent you. Maybe he can be a low mook boss or something.

@ScreenAcne

It's all chill, fam. Been a little neglectful on the drawing part because I'm a procrastinating little poop. Might make a bit more scenery and stuff later on today, though.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

Ah, I'm so hyped! _{Maybe now I can finally post}

One Rainy Night in Chicago

@Atrophy
Posted with King handling the cop. Gotta admit, it's been a while since I've written a fighting-action scene, haha. Hope it doesn't sound too confusing.

One Rainy Night in Chicago

Oct. 14, 2016 || Fuller Park || 6:35am

Fan-fucking-tastic.

The Toy King suppressed a groan as the dark pavement was illuminated by red and blue, the annoyingly familiar siren blaring into the night. The fuzz. Just what they needed. They shot a glare at the approaching vehicle, though it had little affect thanks to the mask.

So this is why I stay out of shit like this.

The police were no stranger, and neither was the interior of a police car. The King had faced trouble with them in the past. Nothing major, though. Vandalism, street fights, trespassing; stuff that warranted a quick drive in the back before they could manage to hop out and run. But that was then, when the alleyways actually felt safe and the more deplorable city areas a safe haven. Things were different now. There'd be no telling who'd get caught and revealed. They needed to act, and act fast.

"Get the car guy!"

A blur of motion caught their eye was one of the Vig's (Who were they again? Slugger? Arc?) dashed forward and slammed his bat into one of the Feds. The officer jerked in pain, dropping the gun a good few feet away. The King stared, momentarily stunned and confused on whether this guy was ballsy as hell or just plain stupid, before gathering their bearings and drawing their pipes. Stupid or no, the guy's action opened up a much needed opening.

The cop in the car had turned away, more concerned about his partner than the currently onrushing Toy King. They threw open the door, the flabbergasted look on the officer's face near comical. In a fluid motion, they managed to grab him and drag him out the car. They tossed their pipe in the air and caught the spiked end before slamming the blunt end into the officer's head with a sickening crack. The officer went limp, a surge of satisfaction filling the King before a sharp pain in their hand caught their attention. Though their gloves were worn and tough, it didn't do much to stop the wire and nails to dig into their palm.

Putting away their weapon, the Toy King looked around uneasily. There'd be more cops coming soon. Unnecessary trouble for an already troublesome night. They glanced over at the other Vig's, more specifically at the injured Flare. As easy as it'd be, it didn't quite feel right to leave them here. Damn moral compass. Still, they needed to get out of here, fast.

Dreamscape | A World Forgotten

@Leslie Hall
That sounds insanely fun and spooky!