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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/6/2017 3:14:03 AM
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[b][i][u]Not Dead, Not Alive, Not Undead, yet still he walks.
Entrance to the Dojo[/u][/i][/b]
[b]It was a fine day, very fine indeed, until the ground trembled, split, and vomited a giant knight with a spout of fire and the screams of the dead.
The knight was large, wearing blackened armor, large and foreboding. The knight's head was covered in a purple hood, but a strange tattoo glowed under it, in the unnatural darkness that shouldn't be there.
Upon the knight's back was a large sword, blackened and stained in a worn scabbard.
The knight' hands were uncovered, and they were perhaps the strangest thing.
The hands were rotting.
Green flesh hung limply from exposed bone, tendons outlined against the yellowed bone and the rotting flesh.
The air was filled with a stench of decay as the knight slowly rose, brushing himself off.
He looked around, pulling out a map, which unfolded many times larger than it should've, tracing a path along it with a finger.[/b]
[i]"This is the place."[/i]
[b]He said to himself in a coarse whisper, his voice long gone.
He folded the map and raised his arm up, and the ground beneath is churned as the gust was engulfed in blue flames, a skeletal arm rising from the soil, grabbing the map, then being pulled back down below.[/b]
[i]"Artifact 201, the Urn of Defeat. Buried in these mountains. Contains the ashes of a great military leader, when scattered they come alive, and can give advice on how to win any battle. Price, the user will die in the next battle he partakes in, his soul consumed abc his body burned to ashes, which will join those in the Urn."[/i]
[b]He adjusted his blade and walked into the Dojo, looking around for any living soul.[/b]
[spoiler]Intro, open.[/spoiler]
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[i]sitting on one of the benches nearby is a strange little girl that looks no older than the age of six. She has blonde hair, blue eye and she was wearing a solid black dress trimmed with black lace. She had a giant pair of scissors strapped to her back as she played with a creepy faceless doll. She was clearly not paying any attention to the new arrival that just walked through the gates. The girl just gave a overall creepy vibe as she sat there too. [/i]
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[b]The knight looked over, interested.[/b] [i]"Excuse me, is this Takai?"[/i] [b]He asked in his broken voice, carried aloft by an ethereal wind. Like his soul was speaking, not the body.[/b]
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"Yes this is mister"she says [i]the girl looks up at him because she very small. Her feet didn't even touch the ground when sat there on the bench. She had a quiet voice when she spoke to him. The girl still held the strange doll in her lap as she talked to him.[/i] "Im arvira mister whats your name"says the girl
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[i]"I am Sir Gilianor of house Eurhrstbrü, Born of Werchenshire, Knight of King Sevrio, Servant of the people of Xerniath, Husband to Elizibia of house Senivo, Father of Cernio of house Eurhrstbrü, Student of the Honorable Mage Yinneth, Enemy to those who oppose the Crown."[/i] [b]The knight looked curiously at the girl, his stench of rot intensifying.[/b]
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"Um that's a long name mister can i just call gil for short?"asks arvira [i]arvira can smell the stench of rot her nose scrunched up a bit at while not trying to make a face.[/i] "Something smells bad did you step in something mister?"she asks
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[b]"Call me Eurhrstbrü. And the smell is me, my dear."[/b] [b]He lowered his hood to show a rotting face, bone exposed, green flesh hanging limply from it. He smiled with yellowed teeth and hole-ridden gums.[/b]
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[i]she seemed unfazed by the man's rotting appearance like she had seen that sort thing before. But then again this child was far from being exactly normal herself.[/i] "Did someone kill you too and you back?"asked arvira [i]the girl was looking at him with serious look in her eyes. There was also a little bit of sadness in them as well.[/i]
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[i]"I'm halfway there. I'm not quite dead or alive. But I have not died yet."[/i]
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"Hmm how strange but i have died before but they brought me back after cultists used as a sacrifice in a dark ritual...that's where this nasty scar on my neck came from."says arvira [i]arvira points to a nasty scar on her neck that continues downward past the collar of her dress.[/i] "Im technically a demon now...they live inside me now."says arvira
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[i]"That's nice dear. I can do that too, but it's hard and takes a while. But I can do this."[/i] [b]He raises a hand and a Skeleton crawls out of the ground, before crumpling to dust,[/b] [i]"Which is nice."[/i]
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"Thats really cool but been like this for a few years now i dont really grow or age anymore. Im older than i look but still look like a six years old. Im thirteen years old but its hard to tell cause i was six when first died."says arvira
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[i]"That's wonderful. Now, who's in charge here?"[/i]
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"Im sure i think the guys name is testuo although i could butchering his name probably"says arvira
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[i]A living soul was seen, however he did not come from the dojo. Rising from Dojoville was a male figure, neat, brown hair draped down over his forehead. He dressed rather strangely, wearing a black suit designed to look like a black arachnid; glowing red dots surrounded his extremely light armored chest plate, the rest of the suit being black. His left eye glowed an unnatural red, while his right eye was covered by his hair. The lower part of his face was then covered by a thin, long black scarf, which flowed around his body completely silently. At the figure's side were two daggers, each about ten inches long, and sharpened to look rather deadly. On his back were two items; one, a two foot long, red scimitar, the other a small, singlehanded, black compound crossbow. The bolts for the crossbow were hidden, although he no doubt had them. As he drew closer, something remained odd; his movements were with unnatural grace, and his footfalls were completely and utterly silent; if one were to close their eyes, they wouldn't know he was there. His presence, as well, was hidden, unnoticeable. When he finally came to a stop a few yards from the knight, the man pulled down his scarf, revealing his mouth, as well as parts of his tanned skin. He smiled politely at the knight.[/i] "How d'you do?" [i]He asked. His voice was smooth, not in the slightest bit awkward. However, there was something underneath the smooth, sociable voice; something empty, hollow.[/i]
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[b]The great knight turned, and the full force of the stench hit him. It was like five animals dying in a landfill, mixed with surfer and soot.[/b] [i]"I do well myself... this this the land of Takai, yes?..."[/i] [b]He spoke in a coarse whisper, voice long gone, carried aloft by an ethereal wind which made it sound like his soul was speaking.[/b]
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"Eh... last I checked, the name of the planet was Tatakai," [i]The man replied. He did not react to the stench in the slightest, but it was clear that he could smell it.[/i] "But yeah, sure. Takai." [i]Once again, even though he corrected the rotting knight, the man's undertone was empty and uncaring.[/i]
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[i]"Yes yes... Tatakai... please excuse my mistake, three millennia will damage a person's memory..."[/i] [b]As he spoke, a sound filled the air. A gentle whispering, hundreds of them. Promises, glory, so much power, just let us taste blood, gaze into us, hundreds of them all whispering the things all men yearn for. But they all started to say the same promise. Use us, and you shall be granted true death, oh caretaker ours.[/b]
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[i]The man's left eyebrow twitched slightly, a sign showing annoyance at the voices, the whispers. However he made no other move nor noise that said that he was affected by them, or that he even noticed them. The man looked around the knight, at the dojo's entrance, then back at the knight.[/i] "You're seeking entrance as well?"
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[i]"No... I seek a vile, cursed object within these mountains."[/i] [b]The whispers quieted after a bit, obviously growing tired of being ignored.[/b] [i]"But what do you mean, gain entrance?..."[/i]
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"Eh. Somethin' about this place training fighters, and whatnot," [i]The man responded, and did not respond to the statement about a vile. He only continued to ignore the whispers, because unless they asked to buy a hot dog, they were irrelevant.[/i]
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[i]"I see... do they happen to have an... Urn? Of sorts, containing ashes?"[/i] [b]He shifted uneasily.[/b]
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"Dunno," [i]The man responded, looking over the knight's shoulder, towards the gate.[/i] "We can find out, if you want to bust the gate down."
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[i]"Why don't we knock first? It's rather rude to just go destroying gates."[/i] [b]The knight pulls out a silver knife, ornately polished to a mirror, with a handle of ivory wrapped in gold and silver wire. It's connected to a fine golden chain, and is almost too beautiful to belong to this knight.[/b] [i]"But if nobody answers, we'll break in."[/i]
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[i]The man looked at the knife, and wether or not it impressed him was hidden; instead, he nodded, and drew the scimitar out from its sheathed position on his back, grasping the handle with both hands as he waited, letting the knight to do the honor of knocking.[/i]
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[i]"Now then, who's home?"[/i] [b]The knight turned and Pounded on the door for a moment before stopping.[/b]
