ShuDear lord!
Jared enters:
Goblins: "Why hear music boss man?"
Jared reminded me of Berserker/Lancelot in Fate/Zero
Jared enters:
Goblins: "Why hear music boss man?"
Jared reminded me of Berserker/Lancelot in Fate/Zero
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two bad gobs down, a million more to go!
Hm have to add some more things sorry!
His ears were still ringing from the stunt the man had pulled with the furnace, yet Yakeru could hear the sounds of explosions coming from somewhere outside of the walls. To make matters even worse for their ears, these sounds were joined with a constant blaring of a horn of some sorts and it seemed to come from everywhere. The person who was blowing that horn must have quite a set of lungs. Or was it some sort of medieval, fantasy yet technological a bit modern alarm system? It made him wonder who had been responsible for something like that. Another question for later, which Yakeru put on his list of many questions in his mind. His hand moved to his sword almost automatically and his feet seemed to move on his own towards the door. He felt nervous but he tried not to show it. The others were getting ready also, Mackensie and her crossbow looking more than capable, David and his shadow arm which was impressive yet freakish if you had not expected that, and then there was the demon boy and the odd, maybe wizard, man. From both of them he could sense something, rather powerful. The forming of a party, though out of necessity for now. He only hoped he would not be in anyone's way during the battle. His mind was thinking back on the knowledge he had about battles in fantasy novels, where the hero and his companions would face hordes of monsters or other kinds of enemies, and where they would survive and win against all odds.
Could this group really do that too?
You think too much. There is only time to think about how to deal with the chaos outside and nothing else!
He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing and steady his heart. This was it. The moment of truth. If all of them were brought here to fight, than fight they will. A burning sensation filled his chest, a sudden rush. The anticipation of a fight.
"So, what are we waiting for, huh?" The sword left its scabbard, the blue light reflecting off it. "You know our answers. Lead on, wizard man."
So the next thing he knew, they were running through some corridor and into what looked like a lobby of sorts, a big hall where the sounds of battle from outside seemed to come closer. The heavy doors of the entrance leading to the outside world crashed open, pouring in a group of well armed and armored goblins.
Holy crap!
Before Yakeru could even blink, one of the goblins went down with a perfect hole through it.
Did that guy just shoot a beam? From his finger?!
It did not deter the others from running towards them, gnarling and ready to cut them up. His sword blocked a first strike of one of the goblin warriors, who relentlessly kept on trying to kill him. For now he was able to block his attacks but he felt that he was being pushed back because of it. He could not find an opening to strike and he realized it was harder then he had expected it to be. And he already had thought it to be hard.
In a novel it would...StOP IT! Don't think! Feel!
He gritted his teeth and with a shout he pushed the goblin back, bringing his sword down and hit the side of the gobs helmet, cutting through the metal, bone and flesh until halfway its skull before pulling the blade back out. He breathed heavily but grinned. There was no time to recuperate. There were still many more to defeat.
Could this group really do that too?
You think too much. There is only time to think about how to deal with the chaos outside and nothing else!
He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing and steady his heart. This was it. The moment of truth. If all of them were brought here to fight, than fight they will. A burning sensation filled his chest, a sudden rush. The anticipation of a fight.
"So, what are we waiting for, huh?" The sword left its scabbard, the blue light reflecting off it. "You know our answers. Lead on, wizard man."
So the next thing he knew, they were running through some corridor and into what looked like a lobby of sorts, a big hall where the sounds of battle from outside seemed to come closer. The heavy doors of the entrance leading to the outside world crashed open, pouring in a group of well armed and armored goblins.
Holy crap!
Before Yakeru could even blink, one of the goblins went down with a perfect hole through it.
Did that guy just shoot a beam? From his finger?!
It did not deter the others from running towards them, gnarling and ready to cut them up. His sword blocked a first strike of one of the goblin warriors, who relentlessly kept on trying to kill him. For now he was able to block his attacks but he felt that he was being pushed back because of it. He could not find an opening to strike and he realized it was harder then he had expected it to be. And he already had thought it to be hard.
In a novel it would...StOP IT! Don't think! Feel!
He gritted his teeth and with a shout he pushed the goblin back, bringing his sword down and hit the side of the gobs helmet, cutting through the metal, bone and flesh until halfway its skull before pulling the blade back out. He breathed heavily but grinned. There was no time to recuperate. There were still many more to defeat.
“Wait a moment. I...What is this about fighting? Who are you even? Why...How...?”
The young man did not know what to make of all this. Suddenly a man had entered asking them things like if they were functioning well or something and that they had to fight. That last part wasn't really a question. He merely expected them to do so. Well he did ask them if they were familiar with it but still. It did not answer any question they might have and only gave room to even more questions. He felt as if he had gone insane and he was now in some hallucination. It was all so absurd and surreal. Perhaps, when he got shot, he didn't die but instead he was in the hospital dreaming some coma induced dream.
So confused he felt he nearly tripped over his own feet as he took a few steps backwards, his mind racing with flashes of memories. If this would be a fantasy novel, this would be considered the moment where the reader gets to know the protagonist, the hero who would undertake a quest to save the world or some sorts. But that was just the thing. In novels it would be like that but surely not in real life. He looked at his gloved hands, clenching and unclenching his fists. It just felt too real to be some kind of dream though. His last step backwards made him walk against the coffin in which he had woken up in. He dropped his sword which clattered to the ground. It was loud enough to drown out the humming sound.
Fight.
As he picked up the sword from the ground, he could hear it whisper in his head.
Fight!
The whisper got louder into the voice that was not his. Or was it?
He weighed the sword in his hand, holding the hilt. It felt good. As if he had been born with it as a part of himself.
Fight, Yakeru!
His eyes got drawn to the name engraved on the sword. The name he knew all too well, even better than he knew himself. Yakeru.
“If your coin matches the risk, I am your man.” He mumbled softly the phrase Yakeru often said in his novels and he chuckled. His entire body language changed in that moment and he inhaled deeply before releasing his breath slowly. The sword got back in the scabbard which he slung on his back. His eyes went from Mackensie to David, who both also seemed to be armed, and the odd man who had entered earlier. If this really was the afterlife as Mackensie had put it and this to be his fate, then he would grab the opportunity with his both hands to be someone he never was or could be before and his name would be Yakeru.
With a grin he sat down on the edge of the coffin, his arms crossed on his chest.
Heck, he already was him.
A sudden movement in the dark made him turn his head and he saw some...thing looking at them. He was surprised he had not noticed it before. So is this afterlife in Hell?
“Who are you, demon?” He jumped up, cocking an eyebrow as his gaze was locked with the creature.
The young man did not know what to make of all this. Suddenly a man had entered asking them things like if they were functioning well or something and that they had to fight. That last part wasn't really a question. He merely expected them to do so. Well he did ask them if they were familiar with it but still. It did not answer any question they might have and only gave room to even more questions. He felt as if he had gone insane and he was now in some hallucination. It was all so absurd and surreal. Perhaps, when he got shot, he didn't die but instead he was in the hospital dreaming some coma induced dream.
So confused he felt he nearly tripped over his own feet as he took a few steps backwards, his mind racing with flashes of memories. If this would be a fantasy novel, this would be considered the moment where the reader gets to know the protagonist, the hero who would undertake a quest to save the world or some sorts. But that was just the thing. In novels it would be like that but surely not in real life. He looked at his gloved hands, clenching and unclenching his fists. It just felt too real to be some kind of dream though. His last step backwards made him walk against the coffin in which he had woken up in. He dropped his sword which clattered to the ground. It was loud enough to drown out the humming sound.
Fight.
As he picked up the sword from the ground, he could hear it whisper in his head.
Fight!
The whisper got louder into the voice that was not his. Or was it?
He weighed the sword in his hand, holding the hilt. It felt good. As if he had been born with it as a part of himself.
Fight, Yakeru!
His eyes got drawn to the name engraved on the sword. The name he knew all too well, even better than he knew himself. Yakeru.
“If your coin matches the risk, I am your man.” He mumbled softly the phrase Yakeru often said in his novels and he chuckled. His entire body language changed in that moment and he inhaled deeply before releasing his breath slowly. The sword got back in the scabbard which he slung on his back. His eyes went from Mackensie to David, who both also seemed to be armed, and the odd man who had entered earlier. If this really was the afterlife as Mackensie had put it and this to be his fate, then he would grab the opportunity with his both hands to be someone he never was or could be before and his name would be Yakeru.
With a grin he sat down on the edge of the coffin, his arms crossed on his chest.
Heck, he already was him.
A sudden movement in the dark made him turn his head and he saw some...thing looking at them. He was surprised he had not noticed it before. So is this afterlife in Hell?
“Who are you, demon?” He jumped up, cocking an eyebrow as his gaze was locked with the creature.
@Thinslayer
Yakeru gazing at the Witch: "I'll be damned..." Grabs the handle of his sword tighter, not knowing if he should bow to such power or prepare to fight it
Yakeru gazing at the Witch: "I'll be damned..." Grabs the handle of his sword tighter, not knowing if he should bow to such power or prepare to fight it
*Yakeru*
A soundless darkness. A sudden flash. A silhouette of a man running away. He had seen his face before. Now it was fading away but the eyes, the look they had, remained in his mind. The colour of red on his hands and chest, mixing with rain. No air. Pain. A soundless darkness. A flash of light again. White. An outstretched hand. Pain leaving him. Sleep.
With a sudden and deep gasp for breath, a young man got up from one of the now open coffins. He kept coughing and gasping for air for some time, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around him, paying only attention to himself. His hands quickly moved towards his chest where he had expected to be wound. Strangely there was nothing to see. His eyes wandered over his clothes, his breathing going from fast to a more irregular speed. He did not recognize the clothes he was wearing. Or did he? Vaguely, somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he remembered seeing them before. Then he suddenly knew.
Feeling the fabric of the tunic for the first time, the outfit he had created and drawn for Yakeru, the hero of his light novel. It almost made him laugh in disbelief. Everything he was wearing was exactly how he had imagined it to be. Even the sword, that was lying next to him. The details were most impressive. His gloved hand touched the steel of the blade and he was surprised it felt warm instead of the expected cold.
Certainly I must be dreaming, right? But I remember getting shot...what happened?
Finally he turned his gaze to the coffin he was sitting in and he scrambled out of it in shock, the smile now gone from his face and his eyes going from bewildered to panicky. Was this some sort of crypt? In the dimly lit room he could make out other coffins against the wall. He swallowed. Did the dream turn into a nightmare? He tried to steady his breathing, calm down but he felt that he couldn't. Sensing he was not alone in the room, he quickly looked around to see if he could spot the person or persons there.
A young woman was standing at the opposite wall, watching him and he sighed a breathe of relief glad to see a friendly face albeit looking as shocked as he probably did.
"Uhm...Hello. Do you...know where we are?" He blinked and put his hand to his mouth. This was not his voice and yet he had spoken with it. Even though his heart was racing still from the slight fear, his voice had not sounded like how he felt but more like the voice of someone who considered all this just a nuissance.
His attention suddenly turned back to the other coffins. What was going on?
Any name for the New World?
@Zool
Thank you!
To give you an answer to your question: I was planning on starting as he just arrived in this New World, still trying to find his way though not wanting to let it show to others how inexperienced he actually is. I like the idea of forming a party, sure thing. Your idea sounds cool to play out.
Thank you!
To give you an answer to your question: I was planning on starting as he just arrived in this New World, still trying to find his way though not wanting to let it show to others how inexperienced he actually is. I like the idea of forming a party, sure thing. Your idea sounds cool to play out.
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