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1st March, Year 1337
Topic Started: Nov 1 2005, 03:26 PM (150 Views)
Netrosis
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Part I

It was an overcast day, slightly past midday, in the year 1337, on the first of march, as the dark cloaked figure shuddered over a diary parchment. The shaking of the ground could be heard, the crackling of the fire billowing smoke into the outside world. the figure's damp finger traced over the parchment;

Aelthon's Diary - 1/3/37

Strange things have been happening today, murmors at the graveyard can be heard and the man from the billowed shack out town has gone missing, the courier saw pale blood gouged on the mans door, slightly ajared.

He came straight to me and when I inspected the house, I noticed that a drawer was open and what appeared to be rolls of parchment were missing, or ripped, a slight blood stain on the drawer knob.

However one parchment was left with what seemed like hurried scribbles, some calculations and scratch marks. However the strangest thing I noticed was the slightly obscured repeatings of the number 1337.

A well prepared device, which had a circle face with the numbers 1 to 12 appearing anti-clockwise from the bottom. Two sticks pointed on the device, a short one was halfway between the 1 and 2 numbers, however the longer one was sitting just past the 7. It moved and a deafening screech could be heard, the ground was shaking like an earthquake.



The rest of the paper was ripped off.

Part II

The dark figure wrapped up the parchment and placed it inside his cloak. A scream was heard from outside, a womans scream, a plea for help, "AAARGH! My baby! my baby is inside, THEY'VE GOT HER! SOMEBODY PLEASE!!!".

He raced outside, the screams coming from a dwelling just a few yards afoot. His feet strongly panting across the dirt path, kicking up clouds of dust. As he slipped around the corner, a peasant woman was seen screaming outside her house, oblivious to whatever surrounded her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, tears running down her pale face, "THANKYOU, PLEASE, you have to help me, my baby is trapped inside, they're in there too!!".
"Whats inside lady? Whats inside?" to which she screamed, "Them, those monsters!".

The front door to the dwelling had bust down, and what appeared to be a living dried corpse was standing at the door. The cloaked figure summoned a sword from his fingertips, covered in a wet black substance.

Another undead corpse had moved from behind where the original one stood. With a roar of rage, the cloaked figure swept forwards, and in a split second sprint, and the glinter of a blade, the top half of the first corpse's skull went flying. Another glinter of the blade and both arms of the corpse fell off. The cloaked figure retreated three steps, but the persistant corpse limped forwards, loosing its balance, it fell backwards onto the corpse behind it knocking them both down.

The cloaked figure grinned, poked out his unarmed hand and muttered Chaintmask Immediately a thin wire of chains emerged from his palm, wrapping up the two corpses. The cloaked figure approached them, his sword across the heart of the corpse, he sneered at the corpse and said, "You fail at life, twice!". The corpse replied with a high pitched, "lawl".

The cloaked figure thrust his sword into the corpses' hearts, The black shade on his sword appeared to pour into the corpse like liquid, as both corpses dissolved into a floating black ash.

He raced further inside, the crying of a baby could be heard upstairs, he raced up and retrieved the baby. On his way down he almost tripped, as another earthquake shuddered the ground. He emerged from the house safely to be indulged in the woman's cries. "Oh thankyou, thankyou so much, thankyou" and she nursed the child.

The cloak figure removed his hood, revealing a tanned face, a scar rode just beside his eye, a prominent nose and heavily stained teeth. His eyes glowed a blood colour, they weren't just a blood colour, they glowed of it.
"I, am Baron Shyro, a mage from the lands you may know of as the Underworld, but alas, do not be alarmed I am here to help you, as the evil delved upon this land, must be stopped before it reaches my land. I have travelled afar, and in abide, I notice that there is not much time to rest, however, please, hospitality is required."

The woman took him into her home, it was the least she could do for him, however she could sense danger nearby, yet the heroics of this seemingly mysterious man make her feel completely confused and frightened.

Part III

They were sitting at a table, Shyro sipping on a strong scented tea in which he had placed his own mixture of herbs in.
"My name is Vanessa, and oh thankyou so much for your brave acts, I understand you have come from the nether, the land of the unspeakable, the underworld, but to save yourselves, and us, your supposed enemy, from what?" the woman conversed with Shyro, he replied,
"Alas, you are not our enemy, we just simply dislike, and do not converse, however, the evil that has been unleashed upon this land, not you, not anyone from your land, or the Underworld, deserves to tolerate their acts of evil!"

after a moments silence, Shyro grabbed a slice of toasted damper from the table, and Vanessa asked him,
"So, what exactly were those things? I've never seen anything like it before!"
"Well," Shyro started, "They aren't dead, but they aren't living either, zombie-like creatures they are, however, before answering to your screams, I was in a dwelling, run down and plundered, small artefacts and notes were written everywhere," Shyro handed Vanessa the piece of parchment he pocketed earlier, and she read it, he noticed the pupils in her eyes expanding with each new paragraph, the colour that had glown in her cheeks when he rescued her child had gone, her face as ghaunt and white as the moon.
"But this doesn't answer my question," Vanessa noted,
"I know," he replied, "But I must return to that place to find out. Aelthon, or whoever wrote that diary entry, witnessed the release of the evil second hand."

Another earthquake had trembled through the ground, and Shryo stood up,
"There is not much time, come with me if you want to, however I cannot guarantee your protection, these beasts are strange, and I have already worked out that any normal sword is largely ineffective against their flesh."
Vanessa picked up her child from its crib, and followed Shryo back to the structure that he was visiting earlier.
"The tavern? Aelthon was in the tavern? are you sure this is where he went? He despises that place!"
Shyro told her to not touch anything especially the strange markings of 1337 around the place. He summoned his sword again, and muttered another strange incantation, and the blade appeared to fill with the black liquid, spurting from the tips where his fingers touched the blade. He climbed up the stairs, being careful to not disturb the mess that existed.

Meanwhile, Vanessa heard rattling coming from a room, her curiosity got to the better of her, and she carefully went inside the room, she looked around, there was nothing to make the rattling, until she heard it again, it was coming from the ground. A rug lay at the tips of her feet, which she slowly removed from the floors surface. A floor door sat on the ground, a metal handle would rattle everytime the door moved. She was curious and scared at what was behind that floor door, and wasn't sure what to do.

Upstairs, Shryo cautiously searched the rooms, searching for more clues, when he found another ripped piece of parchment, the same handwriting from the diary yet it was mostly blotched and unreadable.

... Peered outsi... corpse... ground... lightning spirals..

A distinct blood stain ruined the rest of the parchment, but those few words were exactly what Shyro needed to know. He pieced the parchment together, and then it hit him, the date, time, everything!

Only higly educated people would be smart enough, to realise what Aelthon had pointed out. It was the 1st of March, in the year 1337, or as Aelthon stated, 1/3/37, and the well prepared circular device that was a time keeping device, it was 13:37 when the screaming and the ground shaking was reportedly starting, it all started to make sense.

That familiar screaming could be heard downstairs, Shyro once again responded to Vanessa's cries. Her curiosity, got to the better of her, she had opened the hatch in the belief that she was saving someone whom had hidden in there, but it seems that someone had instead trapped one of the undeads inside, which had leaped out at her when she unlocked the hatch.

A flash of Shyro's blade, and half an arm of the zombie creature fell to the ground, evapourating into dust. Vanessa had picked up a plant that had been left on the ground, and threw the plant, and the pot it was in, at the zombie, it smashed in its face, covering it with dirt on its face. It appeared to be blinded by the dirt, in which it shook its face free, as Shyro took another swing with his sword, the black liquid inside of it appeared to sip out the end, but nothing actually flew out of the sword. As the blade tip touched the zombie creature, it temporarily moulded to the shape of the zombie, before cracking, and dissolving into the same black ash that the zombie's arm had dissolved into.

"Gah!" Shyro cried, he took two steps back and raised his hand, palm open and shouted "Mathysythelian tenticuliclar!"
Three glowing blue tentacles emerged from his palm, Shryo tweaked and twitched his fingers in some weird ways, in which the tentacles followed, they emerged even more, and Shyro took two steps forward, one tentacle grapsed around the zombie's middle, handcuffing the remaining arm to the zombie's side, one grasped the remaining stump of the zombie's arm, and another wrapped around the zombie's neck.

After taking a gasp of breath, Shyro lifted his spare hand, a flash of light emmited from it, before a sword shot out of his hand, and went straight through the zombie's heart. The tentacles squeezed on the zombie and it exploded into a smoky black cloud of ashes. Vanessa started screaming again, but not at another zombie, gasping for breath, Shyro asked,
"What is it?"
"This!" she replied, "This moulding grey stuff on my hand! It won't come off, and its sortof like growing!"
"Bah! I told you not to touch anything!" he growled, an obvious wheezing in his tone. He pulled a flask out from his cloak, and he took off the lid, and then put some strong scented herbs in the flask. A strong smell like a rotten fart came from the flask, along with it a yucky olive-green smoke like substance came out of the flask, he then pulled out a wooden spoon looking thing, which he dipped into the flask, and then poured over the moulding grey growing substance on Vanessa's hand. She screamed in agony, "IT BURNS! IT BURNS! AAAGGGHH!!".

Shyro put his gloved hand to her mouth and signalled for her to be quiet, her muffled screams and whimpers could still be heard. Then out of nowhere, the sound of a loud whiplash, and a flash of light was heard.
"Lightning, " said Shyro, "Very close, it sounds like that when it is close."
The brown substance from the flask, had dissolved into the mouldy grey substance, and had made it turn rock solid yet cold to touch. With his gloved hand, Shyro ripped off the solid stuff, leaving raw red skin behind.

"So what are those things?" Vanessa asked, completely oblivious and shocked to everything around her that just happened.
"Heh," Shyro grunted, "Well, if the prophecy serves me correct, they are a legion of evil, dawned to plague this world with their kind, they multiply on eachother, and try to convert those around them, forcibly I might add. They are known as noobs. However the transcript of the prophecy states it as n00bs as it appears to be written as a prophecy from the self claimed leader, who came up with the title himself."

~to be continued

thats as far as ive gotten so far. unfortunately, feel free to leave comments.
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the shaaade
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lol,noobs…
Some lesser grammar issues,but i like it
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