!Role Play!.In between Dementa, and Sanctamonia(Fantasy)
(Made for and by people who wanted/needed an RP)
In between Dementa, and Sanctamonia.
Quickie Rules:
1.No god mode
2.Be good
3.Have fun
4.Don't give me any Guff (lol)
Background Info:
For along time people thought there was a Heaven and Hell, a god and a devil, an end and a beginning. These people had parts of the story linked, like the Heaven and Hell, and the beginning and end. Unfortunately all of these places existed in one place, and that place is Earth.
The correct Terms for Heaven and Hell are actually, Sanctamonia and Dementa and have been around since the dawn of all things. They exist all on separate planes of reality and both overlap Earth. Balance plays an important part in the way things sway in the universe, and when someone bites off more than they can chew, then watch out.
The Beginning and End of the new earth has already begun. The Supplicant has already opened the rift some fifteen years ago. Now the only thing left on the new Earth is a place where Dementa has seeped through the cracks and infected the populous. Even Sanctamonia. Is having difficulty dealing with the problem, perhaps even this is out of celestial hands.
In the year 16 S.D earth is dried out husk of what it used to be. Well protected human colonies have evolved since the turmoil and are now more able at self defense and resource production. However freedoms from such places range from the strict to the strictest. The largest of these colonies is located in what is now known as the Black Heart, or old New York. All major cities have been defecated and left with crumbling buildings and smoldering ashes. These places are perfect for the breeding of undeath and necromantic powers, which is the foundation of Dementa.
Our story starts here, in the heart of evil, the foggy streets of crumbling New York:
(I use Italics for anything that’s not conversation,If your confused.)
(Finally)The RP part:
The stench of undeath rolled around in the fog that surround every possible direction. It was night as it often was here. Far off screams echoed down the ally before me, which was littered with decaying remains and shoulder high rubbage. A dieing lamp fluttered on and off in the distance casting pale light at random intervals.
A cliché black trench coat wavered in the dead air revealing silver glimmers beneath. A wide brimmed black hat hid the face beneath, butt not the cold breath that billowed outward. With each step the man was cautious; with each step he was precise. The sound around him was thin and ghostly, the sound of someone sneaking somewhere they shouldn’t. Something else was in his walk, something inhuman like that of the creatures that blistered from the depths Dementa.
Onward I walked clanging softly down the ally way. Now and then a side step to avoid a death or a misshapen long past. The world is full of stained memories and forgotten wounds now that Dementa holds it in its clutches. Nothing would change what had happened, only through action would the future be attainable. It was what was taught to me so long ago.
Shadows danced in the fog ahead, but they were not cast by a flickering bulb. The stench of long past death and foul necromancy heightened as I approached the end of the ally. Two sickly looking creatures walked loosely around the end of the ally. Pale skin stretched tight over protruding bones, the characteristics of the scum of Dementa. The beasts were most definitely Gaunt, behind them a rusting metal door hung tightly to its joints.
The couple’s attention flung in my direction, almost landing at the beginning of the putrid corridor. Gaunts may be skinny and dead but their agility and ferocity make up for it. The only thing a Guant lacks is the ability to withstand blunt trauma, wich would shatter their brittle bones to dust.
The Gaunts hissed and plotted close to the entrance of the half-collapsed building, which housed its share of necromantic energy. Letting the Gaunts get a good look at whom I was showed them I was there to put their souls to rest, and nothing puts a soul to rest like a silvered doubled barrel shotgun empowered by powerful Ferins of Sanctamonia. Once I unmasked my weapons from the recesses of my coat, the melee began.
The closer of the two leaped savagely into the air for a direct assault on my front , the second made its way around to my side attempting a 90 angle flank. While the first was still air born I emptied a round of silver into his ribcage that torn it clean out and into the wall. The rest of it fell lifelessly in a puddle on the cement.
To my right I found the second Gaunt within striki9ng range. It swiped at me and I stepped back, it countered my retreat with another claw that fell short. I planted the silver barrel into the side of the creature’s skull and sent it flying into a pile of garbage.
It screamed as its flesh burnt and boiled from the silver, cursing in forgotten dialects as it stood up. I sheathed my weapon and walked straight over to the gaunt, picking it up by the neck and shoving its fragile figure into the street.
Bent over I looked the abomination in the eyes, and It knew who I was. It squirmed and struggled against my grip but made no progress.
“I know who you are, Traitor.” The Gaunt hissed. “You will be sent back soon enough, demon prince”.
“Your soul will not be around when that time comes you putrid corpse”. My eyes ablaze with the fury of Dementa.
The gaunt shook as his bond to Dementa was severed. His soul was frail and I was able to rip it from him without much effort. The body blinked in and out of time and turned to dust in my grip, which was scattered into eternity.
The door to the crumbling building lay but a pace in front of me, the energy within calling me to come and snuff its flame. To send it’s soul to the Tranquil Hollow would be my task, as it has been and will be.
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My Burdons Shall Be Unleashed Upon You Ten Thousand Fold.
Last edited by Morbidgod : 10-10-2005 at 11:05 PM.
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