Open - And then the Dead came!

Rory made a mistake, a big mistake. Rory thought it might be fun to wander a big ass grave yard at night. A really big one, where only mist rises...and the dead. Rory cut into one of the many freshly raised corpses with his new sword, but it seemed he might be ran over by the rising amount of dead soon. Rory decided to leg it and he ran back into the woods, hoping the dead didn't follow.

The woods was bleak at night as he made his campfire, he was going to rest here for the night as he pushed himself against the a tree. He knew there was a stream near by as he heard the soft babbling of the brook, the birds were alive as he heard the owls call. So was the wind, swooshing back and forth. What it would be like to be the wind, like a thunder cat, cutting through and withstanding the attacks of thousands of opponents as he himself struck them down, like a thunder knight. Rory smiled at the dream as he gave one last look around as he hugged his sword tight and put his shield behind him as support. It was a little clearing, with tree leaves covering the top and tree's them selves blocking sight mostly of the very simple camp. Rory finally rested himself against his shield and began his slumber when he heard the rustling of bushes a little ways away with a moan.

Rory stood up as he gathered his things, it seems the dead followed him.

 

laying on his side on the rooftop of an old crypt, Seto laid their reading out of an ancient tomb given to him by the witch he served some time ago that he now couldn't find. This tome given to him by the witch held the secrets of Malefimancy, the enterance of the dark arts, wicked magic few ever learned, fewer even mastering for their own needs, Seto wasn't going to be the rest of them of them, he couldn't be, he refused it outright to be controlled by the witch's pet project. Since that fateful day with the witch, his dark powers had been growing but at the same time, it wasn't him growing stronger.....no, instead it was the monster from within that the witch had created from one of her experiements, that monster was the one gaining the power and it sickened him. He was going to purge the monster from within himself and gain control of it's power no matter the odds but first..........he had to learn how to control this power more. He had came here the day before to this old abandoned graveyard to practice the dark arts from the tome, He thought regular corpses would do the trick. During this time, he had found it amusing to watch new players enter the graveyard, only to panic and run out afterwards after finding fresh, rotted corpses, that was his doing although them coming alive was certainyl not.​

From on top of the roof of the crypt, he looked out, Infront of his eyes was a massive graveyard. So many tombstones were in this place, yet half of them were covered in mist. There was a small wodden building where presumely the caretaker once lived but that must of been ages ago due to it's condition. He couldn't put his finger on it why he felt at home here somehow, the darkness was strong here but it was something else that drew him here, besides the obivous. Perhaps the monster from within made him stay here and put him at ease? Perhaps the monster was planning on escaping and taking control of his body, after all it had been a long time since he taken control, since before the witch dissappeared. Looking out into the graveyard, he noticed another player, most likely another noobie being an idiot, walking in here like it was "cool" or something until he started swinging his blade into one of the fresher corpses that had only been sitting for a time. It didn't take much for him to run away it seemed, he hoped the undead chased the player and devouted him, it only served right for being an idiot.

Returning to his study, he stuffed his face back into the book and read a few more pages until he found a new curse to practice on....which rotted away skin, bone and eventually the entire body if not cured, this striked his fancy for something to not only practice with, but to master for this could be useful for slowly killing foes that pissed him off. Carefully reading the passage a few times over, he lifted his hands high up into the ground and began the ritual by speaking the words said in the very codex.

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O pater o tenebras quaesoque extollo manus meas? potest etiam cum potestate mea! liceat mihi, ut jacerent in carne viventium, et sineret tuam magnam potentiam ad vescendum carnes Agni, et ostendam tibi divinitatem et vera potestas, et nullus mortalis confidentes percipite patitur eas sentiunt ad plenam potestatem, interitus et miseriae quam est plurimum extremum spiritum!"​

His hands glowing with vile, purple like energy, he aimed his hand for a nearby corpse on the ground before releasing, the purple ball of energy shot through the air and slammed into the corpse, forcing it a few inches off the ground from the shock before hitting the ground again. Once on the ground, the corpse began glowing purple as if a purple force field ran across it's body, slowly he could notice the body being devoured as the ragged and loose skin started to dissappear and show the bones of that corpse. Seto had than let out a vile laugh as he grinned, that was entertainting and effective, it was a weak spell but it worked and that's all that mattered for now. Standing up, he looked around to see what the dead were doing since they basically left him alone for one reason or another. It seemed they had gave case to that one player who was swinging his sword, he wondered if he was dead yet? only one way to find out! Donning his fully enclosed samurai like helmet, he walked over the edge causing a stomp when he hit the ground, he soon followed as well carefull after the dead, making sure to keep his distance, he rather not waste time killing them again if he didn't have to.​

 

Rory cursed as a zombie broke through, quickly slamming it in the head with his new wooden sword (Which, ironically enough, was sharper than the rusty one). He picked his shield up as more dead burst through. Rory mentally shrugged, this is much more manageable than the grave yard, perhaps he should make this his tactic to clear it?

Rory raised his shield as a skeleton swung its sword down, blocking it before breaking its rib-cage with a well placed strike. Rory backed up as more dead swung, one fell into the fire, lighting on fire before getting back up like some sort of un-dead torch as its skin began to melt off like candle wax. Rory grimaced as he swung in wide arcs to keep the dead away from him. He peeked quickly over a fallen zombie to see how many, he counted about...15? Maybe 20. Thats alot and one looks like some sort of Samurai un-dead knight thing, he cursed again, maybe he dragged to many with him. Either way he could run as he took a couple of more steps backwards, shield slamming another unfortunate zombie into a tree before running into one himself. Then they charged as Rory got into a wide stance and let out a battle cry, meeting the foe dead on. Rory didn't even notice that the mist increased or that the zombie torch lit some plants on fire. Rory didn't notice the smoke forming or the dead silence of the birds and the running of the animals. It seems it's going to be one hell of a dead party.

 

Standing a good fifty feet away from the camp site, he crossed his arms as he stood next to an old oak tree under the shadow's of nightfall. He watched on in pleasure as the small horde attacked the warrior being attracted to him from before and the camp fire. "Well, well! this is proving to be most enjoyable to watch indeed! How long will he hold out for? Let's see if he has what it takes and the willpower to succeed." Vile Seto amused himself as he muttered under his breath, to him this was very entertaining to watch a weakling fighter fight for his life, he wanted to see if this man would do anything to survive with the willpower needed. So far he wasn't too bad as the Vile monster watched the warrior impale an undead's head with his sword before picking up his presumed shield to block a skeleton's blade. Of course the warrior was easily able to elminate the skeleton before swinging his blade rapidly at the coming horde throwing themselves at him, hoping to either kill outright or eat him. Then it happened, the vile warrior's eye's widened in exciment as he saw the warrior give in into his emotions as he let out a roar and charged the horde head on showing no fear.

"Yes, give in to your primitive emotions! give in and gain your inner power warrior! Fight as if your life is on the line! Show no fear and die a warrior's death." He muttered to himself yet again in exictment as the show contiuned onwards. The battle grew more entertainting as the vegetations began to catch fire, at this rate this place would become a place that become strong in the darkness with this much death and destruction, this pleased the Vile monster greatly. The silence was broken however when the song of the dead began to play, turning around his eyes revealed a horde of walkers coming this way towards him and Rory, The Vile beast couldn't hold his excitment in any longer," WUHAHAHA! YES COME HERE! ALLOW ME TO FORM A RIVER OF BLOOD FOR SITHIS HIMSELF!" His vile, almost demonic laughter filled the void of sound that was basically absent from the forest besides the low groans of the walking dead. Embuing his Odachi with the Darkness, a black, decaying aura took form over his blade as he drew his Odachi out of it's saya. Twisting his blade flat in a stabbing strike, the blade smashed into a walker with red skin and claws and impaled it. He let out another laugh as it tried in vain to try and kill him when it couldn't even reach the end of the blade, let alone him. Using his strength, he pulled the blade uo and tossed the walker into the air like a rag doll with it landing it landing into Rory's camp. More began to approach him, he nearly shreked in excitment, "Come fools, I will skin you and dress the witch with your skin like an coat! I will send your bones into the bowels of oblivion as I grind them to dust! Kneel before me, little welps!"​

 

Rory cut and diced at the dead as he yelled, he was angry, he's always been angry. Like a storm, or raging fire. Calm-ness has never been his most outstanding trait as he reckless shield smashed a skeleton while cutting into a zombie. Then he heard the laughter, he spared a glance and noticed the Samurai guy cutting into the zombies.

He shivered a little at the laugh, but he couldn't complain, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. He fought to push himself toward the devilish figure, it scared him, alot of things scared him, but he didn't show as he pushed forward, tripping over the corpse the Samurai guy threw. He rolled up into a tree before turning back to fight the hoard. He stabbed into another zombie and a skeleton before a pop-up appeared before him New Skill: Noble's Cut. Rory quickly closed it as he got wacked by a skeleton which he quickly brushed off.

Rory decided it would be good to check it out latter as he shield pushed a bunch of the horde down, slowly backing up toward the devilish samuria. He sniffed the air, rotten flesh, grave dirt, lots of smoke...smoke? Rory looked and noticed part of the wood caught on fire, thankfully it was on the far side but it coming closer as some of the slower undead began to catch fire. Hopefully this won't come back to bite him in the ass.

 

The monster pointed his Odachi straight ahead at the enemy as his Odachi continued to hum with the power of the dark arts with a black aura surrounding the blade itself. He laughed again as a Skeleton warrior clad in steel plate armor approached him, he presumed it to be a undead knight for it also wielded a great sword of his own, this pleased him greatly in more ways than one. As their bladed clashed, the vile monster used the guard of his blade to take control of his strike which allowed him to move passed the blade lines of strike where he was able slide his blade all the way down to the skeletions' warrior's sword guard, ripping it's hands off. He followed up by a strong kick to the skeletion's cuirass before bringing down his enchated blade on the skeletion, the dark magic ripped the skeleton entire body to pieaces. It was only during this time he notice the weakling warrior from before was still alive, this contiuned to please him as his entertament was still alive! "What is this? This weakling of a warrior has survived? Splendid, Now I get to watch him further as he fights for his life! Perhaps.....he would make as a good minion....if he survives, lets go watch shall we?"

The vile monster slowly made his way through now, the burning forest at his own leisure as the horde of walkers followed closely behind, surpringly not agressive as they usual were, instead more passive than not, it must of been beacuse he was a dark arts user. As he made his way to the tree the weakling was camping in, he side swept any walker who had any thoughts of trying to eat him with the swing of his Odachi's blade. By the time a few minutes had passed and he was again near the weakling warrior, he had only killed a few walkers, most of them had walked passed him, instead of going for the weaker target although a few stronger undead challenged him for his so called dominence, this time an undead knight mounted mounted on a mutated griffen challenged him. "WUHAHHAHA! You would dare challenge me mutant? I shall send you to the bowels of oblivion as well! The two charged each other, he swept his head under, dodging the lance's edge, instead he met his lance with his blade as he ripped it through the center and down the lance, forcing the knight to drop it and dismount. The knight unsheathed it's longsword and charged him again, the vile monster took amore defensive stance this time, holding the blade close to his chest.

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Rory looked up as he heard the chilling cry of the mutant griffen, this was getting out of hand fast. The fire was getting larger and now higher level things were coming in, and he was in a low level zone dammit! Rory cursed as he stabbed at a zombie as it punched him in the face. At least his horde was lessening thanks to him and the fire. Then Rory had an idea, a very, very reckless one. He smiled before running away from the horde.

Rory was going to mount this griffen, what would happen after that? He had no clue, but it certainly was going to be fun and a good experience. He smiled as he charged the griffen before doing a running tackle with a war cry. Thankfully the griffen was to busy staring at the samurai and roared in protest as it tried to claw him, but it was to late. He had already grabbed the mutated thing by the feathers. It took off in protest and began to buck around. Rory gritted his teeth as he lost grip with one hand as his shield fell off, crashing into a tree...along with him as the griffen spun. Resulting in Rory going against the tree. Thankfully he still held with his other hand. He furrowed his brow in pain as he reached for his sword with his free hand and then stabbing it into it, why would the sword stab in? Who knew, but it worked. He yelled in success as he began to pull himself up. That's when it crashed into the fire causing a tree to fall on him in and the griffen. He went unconscious, but the griffen took most of the damage as it writhed under the tree as it began to burn, it also acted like a fire shield for Rory. Thank god this unconscious thing acted like a stun and he would be up in a few minutes...and still be alive?

 

As the Griffen roared at him, the undead knight stood up from its so called failed power attack however at the sound of the undead near him, the undead warrior smiled at himself and the warrior in front of him. Grabbing its sword, taking off again, it crashed a log in its way, tossing rubble and debris everywhere as he raised his sword at the warrior he was battling. Running over with his sword over his head, The ebony warrior stood firm in its stance, slamming his blade against the undead knight's sword. It didn't take for the sheer amount of strength applied for the ebony warrior to decimate the creature and the landscape around them. He pulled his Odachi out from the ground and through the undead knight's rib cage as a flash of light appeared from the edge of his eye, he turned his head to the light, he had forgotten about the Griffen and the warrior until now, watching the lone warrior grab its feather in some attempt to tame the beast. He watched in delight as the lone warrior kept fighting on for his life as he clamped himself to the Griffen. sheathing his Odachi into it's Saya on his back, he chuckled as he watched the warrior try to hold on for his dear life as the Griffen took him for a ride, now this was entertainment you couldn't find anywhere!​

Only a few short moments later did the warrior get rammed into a tree following the beast spinning out as well into the same tree. Before the two could recover, a tree fell on both of them, killing the mutated Griffen but not the warrior, The Ebony warrior laughed outloud again , that weakling warrior had given him so much entertainment, he couldn't let a weakling like him die when he could provide more entertainment for him to enjoy. Putting two fingers together on his forehead, his closed his eyes and focused on the man's energy, he could see the warrior in sight, only a dozen of feet away, finding his energy signture, he teleported to the lone warrior's position, grabbed his arm and teleported both of them on the edge of the forest, next to the cementary sum only dozen feet that could be seen from their old position. Letting go of his arm roughly, he turned around towards the forest as it burned, you hear the screams of the living in the forest as well as the undead and the mutated Griffen even.

"You there weak warrior, You have proven to be an entertaining pawn, therfor I have decided to spare your pitiful life from death in the hopes you will provide entertainment for me in the future.....Your palethic life is now property of House Kurama.....do not forget."

With that the ebony warrior and his vile tone, dissappeared from nothinginess as he teleported himself away from the warrior, leaving him to his fate.​