OOC: Using word count, 4800 words per player needed.
The air around the ruins, the desert, it was filled with dry disdain and the scent of lost life. The atmosphere rang with an eerie sound that spoke of desecration of the dead, the destruction of their forms, and the violation of a certain "gods" followers. Perhaps it was most disheartening that this might have been caused by another more arrogant source of power, one which desired to drive all men to be its slaves, rather than for them to know the true and potent primal nature of the universe, the primordial truth by which anyone could feel and see their way in the world. Sharp couldn't allow for such a being to exist or to attempt to strip anything from her or Chaoris, her master, god, friend, companion, key holder, all of it was important equally so from one another. She could say for the first time that she was getting to know someone on a far more personal level, a level which was nearly unheard of, a level which gave Sharp a new purpose, a new focus, better reflexes, and the ability to understand parts of this world, even if her real feelings were locked away, never to be recovered, or at least that's what she believed.
Letting her dark cloak fall from her shoulders as she arrived within the sunken camp site, the natural dunes of the desert providing both an overlook and a place of safety for those who worked on these now uncovered ruins. The base was simple, a few tents scattered about, and a couple of magical machines, supposedly to move the mass quantities of sand, and one can't forget the dust ground that was beneath them, it felt like it hadn't had the wind upon it in so long that it was no longer completely of this earth. The brown and tan pitch of the area was a light from the still lit torches that illuminated the camp. It was all considered a nice location if it wasn't for the horrible events that probably took place here. While this was the surface, upon entering further into the camp site, the middle to be exact, Sharp could smell it, the iron tang within the air that rang only when a struggle took place, the life force of another had been spilt upon this alien soil, the life force of a follower that was trying to convert others through their mundane little work. Why one would continue such work even after knowing the truth Sharp couldn't understand, it was an act of cowardice in her mind to try and seduce others rather than show them with the force of a thousand battles behind your back, then again all she ever saw, heard, or felt was death, even with her first vision that though blurry to her, were ever-present within her mind.
Wandering around the camp site, the various plates in the dining tent, the dropped digging materials and the sealed door, all left her with the feeling of what happened, they were attacked and now they had vanished, probably into the ruin. Sharp could chase down into the cave, but that would be entering a cowards trap, one who couldn't face her head on, couldn't understand the truth and hope to come out on top. Calmly Sharp approached the doorway to the underground, or rather underworld of this place, a living tomb that had the scent of blood, decay, and cowardice, the false god had his servants within this area, and Sharp would do as she always did, slaughter them all. Huffing herself up, Sharp cleared her throat to project her voice.
"Come out you and face me, cowardly servants of your false god, come out now combat may be more glorious than a simple weak willed trap of the foolhardy."
As her declaration of war against the feeble minded creatures was stated, Sharp suddenly heard the shambling sounds come from around her, not just from the entrance. Suddenly she was surrounded, it was a horde of them. Most would have found their horrifying decayed appearance and hungry eyes a horrible sight, all Sharp saw was the failures of followers, and those unfit to live amidst them, they weren't a challenge they were merely the pawns, and she would dispose of them like the animals they were. Pulling out the MURDER sword with her left arm, she hoisted it into the air for all them to see, the glowing red blade blending with the light of the torches to make the area look like a hellscape.
"YOU WHO HAVE NO MIND, WHO ARE SLAVES TO A FALSE CORPSE GOD, YOU SHALL KNOW THE TRUTH OF THE UNIVERSE IN THIS BRIEF MOMENT, STARE UPON MY BODY, MY BLADE AND KNOW THAT THIS IS MY BENEDICTION!"
As she prepared to fight against them, suddenly she was ambushed by a different type of follower, a true animal which desired her flesh. Ripping her arm with her sword from its socket, the creature took delight in it's new prize as now more of the infected started to scramble around her with their maw's drooling from anticipation and the fresh smell of spilt life. Sharp knew that look in their eyes, but she felt it far stronger than them, the hunger for a battle. Taking her hand to the wounded area, Sharp took some of her own life's water and placed it up to her lips, this was the taste of the battle, and she would have her fill in this moment.
As the first infected attempted to pounce her body, Sharp grabbed them by the head, gripping into their skull and staring into the eyes of that which she had grabbed.
"The hunger for the slaughter is all that you can feel in your mind, you know no honor,m you know no truth, you know only that which drives a sad and empty god forward on a lost warpath that I shall cut at the head and destroy before it can ever bear fruit, SE$RVE ME NOW YOU FEEBLE CREATURE AND YOU MAY YET FIND SALVATION IN THE VOID!"
Gripping tighter and tighter upon the skull, she dug into it, and pulled out, taking the head with the spine intact from the corpse. Slamming the spine against the ground below, the unworthy crimson falling from it, she glared at the others approaching her.
"WITNESS THE FOLLY OF YOUR GOD AND REPENTWITH THESE WORDS, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE, LET THE GALAXY BURN!"
As they got within striking distance, Sharp leaned backwards and spinning the spine around her, slamming with such force the sound of the smacking and cracking echoed even above the howling maw's. One by one she began to make headway, slamming the former foes parts into its fellow creatures, until finally it snapped into uselessness, but it was of no consequence, she merely grabbed another and repeated the process until but one remained, the dog who was trying to cut down into her own flesh, still trying to find a point that worked upon the torn appendage, finding no sustenance within the magical arm that held no true life nor death within. Kicking the infected dog over with the force, the corpses of at least a dozen if not more of the feeble infected laying behind her, their forms shattered just like their god soon would be.
Slamming her foot, the blood stained boot's heel digging into the creature, she looked down upon it with disgust as with one fell push she drove it into the netherworld teaming back to it's false master.
Walking over to her arm, she noticed it in shambles just like the infected that she had dealt with here, the ones who tried to drive her back but had failed, the weak, the sick, the now fully laid to rest. Shouting Sharp stated...
"IS THERE NO ONE WHO CAN PROVIDE A CHALLENGE, ARE THERE ONLY MINDLESS CREATURES WHO PROVIDE NOTHING BUT THE MOST PRIMAL OF BATTLES!? SHOW YOURSELF YOU CORRUPTER OF MEN, YOU FOUL GOD WHO I SHALL RIP THE SKULL FROM YOUR HEAD AND PRESENT AS AN OFFERING TO MY MASTER WITH PRIDE IN MY HEART."
breathing heavily Sharp sat down within the area, and waited, for both her arm to try and heal itself and for the foul god's followers to show themselves or possibly someone else, she didn't know. others might have an interest in here too, perhaps they were less violent, or maybe there were survivors too, yes she should call for them as well. Getting up as she realized this, Sharp went and got her blade back and stated in a softer tone...
"Any who follow my master and have lived, show yourselves, those who don't and have witnessed this come all the same that I show you more proof of the power and truth that he holds for this world, so that you may become enlightened, through the display of power I will show."
With that she started to wait, proper, at least for a small time, then she would have to move out for the slaughter to begin again.
WC: 1531/4800 words
- spells used:
- Name: Hammer Hand.
Duration: 3 posts.
Cooldown: 4 posts.
Description: Sharp projects an aura up to 30 meters from herself, this aura increases the strength of Sharp and up to 1 other ally by +40%. The effects of this spell end once the ally leaves the aura’s range, however should they renter it the buff will be re applied so long as the duration of the spell is still going.
- Provides a boost in strength to both Sharp and up to one other ally.
- Doesn’t increase Sharp’s speed, making the limited range of the aura possibly make an ally go out of range frequently.
- The buff doesn’t apply outside of the aura’s range.
- Name: Hammer Hand.
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