RiteousTurtle

Finders Keepers: Band of Thieves

Yeah, it's fine.

The Witch Hunt

There I posted, I tried spicing things up a bit with that one though.

The Witch Hunt

Zander had problems keeping balance as he ran down the cold stone steps leading towards the dwarven tunnels. He made turns left and right trying to keep up with the surprisingly fast grand inquisitor. Zander had been nudged multiple times as he ran through the short crowed of dwarves fleeing from something. As he ran through the various tunnels the presence of magic became more evident, It's bone chilling sensation came in waves, with every few meters it became stronger and stronger. Soon, Zander,along with the two other people by him, started to pass by crystallized dwarves looking like they were running. Fear shrouded their faces as they were stuck inside the crystal, "Is there anything special about this crystal? Did you see him use anything similar?" Sebastian shouted as he continued to run down the tunnels.

"Yeah, the crystal consumes you, and traps you inside. Probably best if you didn't touch it..." Zander shouted forward to the running men. "Where the hell is he?" Zander said while running. Not sure if his voice was loud enough to break through the scream and yells of the dwarves, along with the clanging of the paladins armor as they ran. Zander stopped as he was ordered and watched the intense battle ensue. The brilliant light almost blinded Zander, making it hard to watch. This ended when Sebastian rushed Azure and resulting in Sebastian being slashed across the chest by a sword that vacuums blood. It was scary. But this wasn't nearly as brutal as fighting the undead paladins, so Zander quickly got over the extreme feelings. Azure ran deeper into the tunnels as the reinforcements ran in and aided Sebastian. Zander grabbed his axe from its holster and tightened his grip around the tightly strapped leather around the handle.

Zander marched down the halls leaving behind Sebastian and Varkasan as he heard he was okay, asuuming Varkasan would go and tend to him aswell. His emotions clouded his judgment of Azures power as he walked on, drawing his own death closer and closer. He had passed by the seriously wounded Sebastian and still marched on, axe in hand and anger in mind. Light circled in his hand as he subconsciously called on the power of the divine light. "I'll kill him!" Zander roared as he stomped down the tunnel.

Overgrown

I just completed my CS by adding a photo.

Overgrown

Sorry if you see any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, kinda rushed at the end.

Rachael W.

Name: Rachael W.

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Pre-Apostate Occupation: Artist (Visual Artist)

Equipment: She has a stainless steal water bottle (Empty), Box of stale cereal, Crowbar, a utility tool, and a single can of green beans. She wears a dark blue over coat that covers a small hoodie underneath. Beneath that she wears a dingy white spaghetti strap. She has a think pair of dark green pants. She also wears an old baseball hat, because of the years and torment the hat had gone through, you can no longer tell what team the hat was for.

Personality: Rachael is extremely talkative, most times talking to her pet mousewhen no one is around. You could say she is awkward, but she has the type of awkwardness that only she sees. She thinks she is embarrassing from talking so much or just being weird, but you can't normally tell she feels this way. At first glance she is upbeat, talkative, maybe even a little flamboyant. But soon anybody could see it's a facade, and talking helps distract her from her deeper problems.

History: Rachael loved art ever since she could dip her fingers in some paint, but she never turned it into a career. Mostly because she never thought she could. One day when going to school a boy had given her an exceptional boost in her ego when he stated that she was an amazing artist, of course she didn't believe him, not until it started happening every day by all her friends. That all nagged her to do something with this gift but she always just shrugged them off. She felt as if she wasn't important enough to strive for such big things like becoming a famous artist. She definitely had the capabilities to become one, but not the courage and will. She kept her art to herself only letting her friends and family see them. She felt like drawing pictures and painting murals on her wall was an easy way to escape from reality.

She would spend days in her room just painting and drawing art, only talking to her pet mouse named Rico. Being a mouse, Rico never had any input on the conversation and never disagreed with Rachael, making him the best listener in the world. she would talk non-stop to Rico, while she spent her days painting. On one of these art binges, she was feeling hungry and wanted some food, so she went downstairs to get some. It was strange, moments ago she could hear the muffled noise of talking in the distance from her relatives. Now, there was only silence. She didn't realize how long she had been up in her room for, so she expected them all to be at the neighbors house. Her neighbors, The Pattersons, were family friends to Rachael, so she figured her mom, dad and brother were all there. She walked across the lawn to go see before she noticed it, there wasn't anybody anywhere to be seen on her street. This was extremely odd since she lived on a main street close to an intersection. She saw cars that were empty and animals roaming about.

Her parents and brother had vanished as well, for she looked for them for hours after. There was nobody. Nobody could be seen for miles, anybody you did see had the same dumbfounded look on theirs faces as she did. It scared her to a point were she sat at home hugging her pet mouse for a few days. She decided to go see family, maybe they were still around, so she head east. She packed all the things she thought were useful, and headed off. Only to be greeted with loneliness and silence on her travels.

Other: has a pet mouse named Rico, it's an albino mouse with it's front right paw missing. She keeps him in a small box with a gaping hole in the top, giving him room to enter and exit the box as he pleases.

Overgrown

Looks pretty cool, I'll throw up a CS later on today hopefully...

The Witch Hunt

Oh, my bad. I didn't notice XD

The Witch Hunt

@Tiberious. after reading your post, it seems that the character Saberia, is important to Tiberious. Have you thought of making an NPC CS for her? Just a thought...

The Witch Hunt

Finally made a post.

The Witch Hunt

Zander woke up from a terrible nights sleep, the bags under his eyes and sore muscle were proof of his discomfort. Zander didn't often remember his dreams like the one that came to him last night, granted this was a nightmare worse than any other, it was hard for him to forget. In his nightmare he relived the tragedy at Aggrast village, not as a paladin though, but as a spectator looking through every paladins eyes seconds before they were slaughtered. He watched as he stood there waiting, waiting for the girl, waiting for something. Seconds before he calmed himself he saw a shadow of a...thing moving quickly towards him. he was killed by it, but he didn't know how, he only knew it hurt and he was bleeding at an alarming rate. His view switched from one person to the next, always dieing the exact same way, it was horrible. soon after he took on the view of the paladins facing Azure. He tried to fight but he couldn't, his muscles didn't respond to his thoughts, his divine light didn't come to him, and his weapon was no where to be found. He stood there and watched as Azure froze him. The paralyzing thought of starring death right in the face, but not being able to do a single thing about it was terrifying. Zander tried to forget this nightmare, but it haunted him , he just couldn't shake it. Zander decided to relax with a cup of coffee, thinking it will ease his mind like it normally did. He poured water through a small clothe that held a held a handfull of smashed coffee beans, the result was an aromatic brew that poured nicely into his tin cup. He grabbed the tin cup and brought it to his lips ready to drink it. when the cup touched his lips it was no longer metal rimmed, but rather a smooth cold bone. He looked down at what he was holding only to be greeted by a dead paladin. He dropped the skull, and watched every second of its everlasting fall.

The conveniently timed jerk of the horse brought him back to reality, breaking his flashback and leaving him with whats really happening. He looked around, and saw two paladins riding horses in front of him. One of them being the grand inquisitor Sebastian Arman, the other being Varkasan, a strong paladin who was a candidate for being an inquisitor. Zander's evocative trance was snapped when he heard the voice of Sebastian, the grand inquisitor. Sebastian spoke to them about witch hunters and the training that accompanied them. Zander couldn't think of a reason not to become one, a witch hunter is the strongest of the strong. With such power as the Witch Hunters he could wipe away every last magic user on the planet, every mage would vanish if he so desired.

"I shall do it, sir. I willingly give my mind and body to the trials you shall put forth." He heard Varkasan say through the repetitive gallop of the horses.

"I will as well, putting my mind and body towards all that good stuff." Zander said. he sort of mocked Varkasan because of his choice of words. After the fact it probably wasn't a good idea to put such a joking manner on this situation. He remember the grand inquisitor rushing them away after the white haired girl had told him about the key in the dwarven vaults. It seemed like a battle was approaching which made the joke all the more inappropriate. Zander tried to equilibrate his mocking tone by being more serious."Where exactly are we going Sebastian?" He questioned.