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here.K, so this is the RP thread hurrr durrr, cuz you wouldn’t want a huge block o’ text on the top every single time now, would ya?
so liek here we goooOOooooo…!
*ahem*
It was a beautiful summer day in VuTalia. The sun was shining brightly, the birds chirping happily, and the dead offenders hanging from the gallows, stinking up the whole street. What a magnificent sight.
The sight of dead bodies just brings back memories. I’ve killed so many men, yet it’s still hard to look at their cold, lifeless bodies. If only Father was alive…but he’d probably make me kill more people, although we did rake in a huge amount of money…but then again that was the reason Boggy attacked my father. That fat greedy bastard…I swear, once I find him, AH MUNNA
eathisfatomnomnommmSCALP HIM!Hugh sighed and moved on. Ahead of him was the local tavern, Golden Lizard. The stone walls were dusty and there were holes in them, which were probably fillled with bugs. Under the large sign of the tavern was a large oaken door, filled with scratches, perhaps from years of brawls outside the bar. The door looked dirty, so Hugh tried to be cool and kicked the door open, and hurt his foot as the door was ‘PULL’. He silently cursed to himself and grabbed the door open and slipped in.
After cleaning himself up, (by wiping his hands on his pants) Hugh looked around himself. A vibrant tune was being played by two lute players and a recorder player, giving the atmosphere an uplifting mood, despite the obviously troubled citizens inside. The bar was fairly empty, with people scattered across the room, and even one that laid passed out on the floor.
Hugh took great care to not step on the guy, seeing his large muscles and sharp weapons. “Bartender, kobe on the rocks, please.”
“You got it,” answered the bartender, a fat balding man in his 40s. His uniform seemed so tight that it looked as if it would burst any moment. In fact, the buttons looked really loose. Hugh hoped it wouldn’t shoot out and hit him.“Hey, bud, here ya go,” said the bartender, sliding a mug of ice cold water at him.
Hugh thanked the man and took a swig, watching the occupants of the bar closely, to see if there would be anybody he could recruit.
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Sorry, for sucky post; cannot start out. :/
“LURRY! GO GRABSH ME ANOTHER BEERSH” Joe screamed. Larry retorted, “GO GET IT YOUR GODDAMN SELF YOU FREAKING SLO-“
“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? WHAT – DID – YOU – CALL – ME?”
“I CALLED YOU A F@&#ING SLOB YOU F@&#ING @$$!”
“Ok.”
“…”
“Now go grab me my beer.”Larry left the house, swearing to himself. “Goddamn, they need to clean up that mess.” Larry glanced at the bodies dangling 10 feet above the ground, sighed, then went into the bar.
“Grab me a beer, will ya?” Larry asked. The Bartender, eyebrows raised, asked him staunchly – “You’re awfully young to be drinking.”
“I’m running an errand for Christ’s sakes, I come here everyday, and you ask me that every time, WHAT THE VUTALIA IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”
“Okay little person, at peace!” The Bartender gave Larry the bottle, and before Larry could head out, a strange looking fellow entered the bar…The tavern door creaked open slightly as Lavina stepped out, broom in hand. She coughed as she swept the dust out onto the street. She was fussier than usual today. Everyday before business picked up, she swept. Sometimes, it wasn’t even dirty, she simply felt the need to occupy herself.
As she cleared the last of the dirt outside, Lavina caught sight of the dangling corpses. Children ran past in horror, some even crying. Even some grown men were forced to look away, their faces reading of disgust. Lavina could smell the pungent odour from where she stood. But she did not look away or cringe. She looked straight at each man, their rotting bodies swaying ever so slightly. From what was still remaining of their faces, she could make out the pained expressions, crying out before their very last moment.
She smirked. Just a few less drunken slobs she would have to deal with at the tavern. She spent a few more moments staring before hearing the grunt of the owner, calling her back in. What I wouldn’t give for him to be hanging from the gallows.
Zaneck sat behind the counter and shut his eyes. For the past few days, his business has been booming up to the point that people formed lines that stretched past dozens of houses, with the fear of fights breaking out between the Cross Society and the current ruler, Boggy Raczynski, at any place. Recently, he had placed up a new sign for his relatively small building compared to the ones adjacent to it but nevertheless, business always came and went. The new sign read, “The Old Weaponage”, which left out the ‘e’ after the ‘Old’. He decided not to pursue the topic any further and went to the back of the store, getting a sack of alcohol that he had recently bought.
Right before he was about to chug it, the bell on the entrance rang. He took a small sip and placed it back before returning to his precious customers. “One moment,” he yelled as he made his way back to the front, taking two sheathes off the shelves. As he arrived in the front, the bell rang once again as the door closed. On the counter was a stack of papers with an eye on it.
His research had came in as he opened the package to reap his spoils, after all he had paid The Eye a hefty sum of money for this information. There were two separate stacks, one on the Cross Society, none of which had useful information and the other was the list of other individuals who also take requests of the same variety as he does. There was one paper on it with a red mark, meaning that it was an incomplete document. Curious, he pulled up the piece of paper. He was only provided with a first and middle name, “Lucifer di ______________”. It only provided a list of usable weapons, of which he looked through and found that there were only a few weapons that this ‘Luciano’ was unable to use. He sighed and placed the package and its contents into a hidden slot under the floor. He sat on a chair behind the counter and closed his eyes.
Arladerus stepped to the top of a hill. He could see the figure of a run-down city, with portions engulfed with black smoke. “This is Vu Tailia? It’s a hellhole, to say the least.” He jumped off the edge to a close rock and proceeded towards the ghastly outline of a castle. Slowly, he paced closer and closer to the city. He walked through fields and over hills; what used to be farms were absorbed by the surrounding wildlife, and the tame rows of crops have been left deserted. The scenery reminded Arladerus of the area around Anvil, the city where the Priory of Nine is located. This struck his heart, and reminded him of the stretches of evil, and what must be done to fend it off.
Arriving outside a drawbridge of the walls of Vu Talia, he stopped. What was left of the drawbridge, anyways. One of the chains had broken, the iron that held together the wood was torn off, and the logs that created the bridge were left as splinter pieces, sitting in the moat. “How pleasant… I just arrived at my destination and I am rewarded with wet boots.” He treaded through the muddy water and climbed out on the other side. Stepping through the gate, he examined his surroundings. The smoke that he saw earlier was in fact from a fire. Many of the buildings have crumbled, showing signs that the city was previously extremely prosperous. Arladerus continued forward to the castle of the city.
(pssst Arly. How would there be smog in a Medieval city? Just saying.)
In the grand King Racznyski’s Castle, laid a room filled with dirt and junk across the room… A large figure seems to fit with the rest of the environment… Then…
Snoring… Loud snoring. Suddenly, a stop.
“What time tis it be?” grumbled out Atticus Fallows to one of the servants.
“Tis be noon before dawn…” squeaked out the servant, obviously dreaded in fear.
“WHAT?!” roared Atticus, jumping out from his bed, making a large thump. “Tis be kidding, right?”
“Nay…”
“Those are your last words!”
The servant tried running away, but it was no use. Atticus bashed through the door and swung his axe, instantly killing the man.
“Bah… I really have to stop these temper tantrums.” murmured Fallows, running to the Bogdan’s Personal Execution Room with his long black robe.Here, the victims were blindfolded and carried to the stocks, where they wait for their doom.
Atticus ran through the door, yelling out, “Am I late?’
King Bogdan was sitting on a chair as usual; he loved to watch his cruel killings. After all, it was his personal executions.
“Hmmm…. A bit late, Atticus. You should know better…” said Bogdan in his crude voice.
“I apologize, my king…” mumbled Atticus.“Today’s victim is a personal one. Bryan Fawkes has been said to have attempted to destroy the castle, according to my spies. We have finally captured him… Now…” the fat, bald man flashed a malevolent smile. “You will execute the job…”
Atticus knew the drill. He raised up his hood and slowly stomped over to Bryan. Bryan was indeed whimpering, not sure what was going on; all he knew was that he was about to die.
Stomp… Stomp… Stomp… Finally, Atticus got there. Bryan’s blindfolds were taken off, so he can see Bogdan there.
“Wha… BOGDAN?! What are you doing here!?” he managed to spit out.
“Watching your death. You know what you have done. Now, finish the job, Atticus.” Bogdan commanded.
Before Bryan can respond, Atticus had already raised his large Executor’s Axe. The axe was swung down with tremendous force.
Bryan’s head was stun-eyed.Atticus took off his black robe and walked away from the castle, his trusty axe on his back, with fresh blood dropping behind him…
I hope that wasn’t too dark. :<
I don’t know what to write D:
SOMEONE INTERACT WITH MY CHARACTER SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
Arly, that doesn’t mean smex.Rebecca let out an tired sigh. The sun was shining down on her, the heat was exhausting. She noticed that the closer she got to her destination, the more unnourished the land appeared. “So Bogdan’s evil even affects nature.” she muttered to herself. As she continued her journey, she found herself in a thick smog. Coughing and eyes watering, she pulled the collar of her overcoat over her face.
A sudden snap around her sent Rebecca’s hand to draw an arrow and lock her bow string. She listened closely, trying to figure out the location of the stranger. More rustling came from her left. She had found her target and drew the arrow back, ready to release…until a brown hare scrambled out into sight. Rebecca let out a sigh of relief and lowered her bow.
As she returned the arrow to her case, she noticed that off in the distance there was a drawbridge that led to VuTalia. A broken one, to say the least. When she squinted her eyes, she could make out the figure of a man. Whether that man was the one who cut the bridge or a man who had just discovered the broken bridge, Rebecca did not know. Nonetheless, she decided she would figure that out by simply following him closely.
She swung the case strap over her shoulder and ran off at a steady pace.(((THERE. I POSTED. ABOUT SHOOTING A BUNNY. And then seeing Arly. He was the only character I could find a way to interact with in my post >_>)))
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