Deep down among pain and blood. ((open RP))
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Deep down among pain and blood. ((open RP))
Deep down in the crypts clashing of steel on steel echo through the seemingly endless caverns, and a shrill scream suddenly slices through the dark dank air.
A towering man with shoulder-length brown messy hair trudged through the crypt carelessly, holding a torch high up in front of him. He stopped abruptly as he heard a moan from the darkness. The man tossed the torch away as he noticed a mummy lunge at him from the dark corridor. He grabbed the mummy by its throat and squeezed hard, slamming it down against the ground, grabbing onto a broadsword from its sheath on his back.
Stoopid corpse!, he shouted as he sliced the creature's head off with a solid hit with the broadsword against its neck. The man stood up and dusted himself off, slid the sword back into its sheath when he heard the blood curdling scream.
Hurro? Who go der'?, he shouted across the corridor, picked up his torch and started moving towards the source of the noise.
Stoopid corpse!, he shouted as he sliced the creature's head off with a solid hit with the broadsword against its neck. The man stood up and dusted himself off, slid the sword back into its sheath when he heard the blood curdling scream.
Hurro? Who go der'?, he shouted across the corridor, picked up his torch and started moving towards the source of the noise.
A tall elf with a slender frame and long white hair can be seen down one of the furthest corridors, he fights furiously for his life against a demon skeletons, its burning eyes growing with more and more blood lust, sensing the end of its prey "Keep back you beast!" he yells, soon getting knocked down to his knees by a heavy blow. He stares up at the face of his foe, with a strange glow in his deep green eyes. . "Come on!! Finish it then!!"his chest rises and falls quite quickly as the skeleton pulls back its arm for the final fatal stab of its blade.
"RRRAAAAARRGH!!" echoes through the corridor as a massive figure leaps out of the darkness and smashes into the skeleton with all his weight, a sickening crunch of bones as the undead smashes against the wall. The man draws a broadsword from its sheath and offers a hand to the elf, still staring at the skeleton which seemed to be picking itself up from the ground. "Yous alright der?", said the man helping the elf up off the ground. "Betta get ready, dat one ain' dead yet", the massive figure spoke, unstrapping a tower shield off his back.
the elf blinks in confusion as he is heaved to his feet, seeming surprised he still draws breath. He ghasps a little as he straitens up, gripping his swords in weak hands. A almost whispered "Thanks" comes from his lips as he shakes some swet off his brow and turns to stand side by side with his rescuer.
* A small, sparkling white haired elf with a war hammer and a staff on his back bearing a twig in his hand wanders around in the lower levels of the dingy prison of the damned. He seems to easily slip past most of the creatures in the dark with out the need to raise a hand against them two mummies follow him but aren't attacking him for some reason. His yellow eyes look around with a surprising clarity. His ears seems to perk a bit as he hears voices. He looks to the two creatures behind him a moment and sighs*
"some creatures are just too stupid to recognize their enemies. They don't call you slow for nothing I see. Well back to your mother's arms."
* raising his twig he mumbles a few incantations as a mist rises at the feet of the mummies freezing both creatures solid. With a swing of his war hammer he smashes them to unrecognizable bits. Turn back to the chamber he heard the voices coming from he wanders further into the inner sanctum. As he approaches he walks up to the two and looks at the demon skeleton with a nod.*
"I see it's giving you some trouble? Slow clumsy things. The only thing they do well is clutter up the place. So do you need a hand or?"
*It is unclear of he speaks to the skelliton or the two fighting it. but he seems oddly relaxed given the situation*
"some creatures are just too stupid to recognize their enemies. They don't call you slow for nothing I see. Well back to your mother's arms."
* raising his twig he mumbles a few incantations as a mist rises at the feet of the mummies freezing both creatures solid. With a swing of his war hammer he smashes them to unrecognizable bits. Turn back to the chamber he heard the voices coming from he wanders further into the inner sanctum. As he approaches he walks up to the two and looks at the demon skeleton with a nod.*
"I see it's giving you some trouble? Slow clumsy things. The only thing they do well is clutter up the place. So do you need a hand or?"
*It is unclear of he speaks to the skelliton or the two fighting it. but he seems oddly relaxed given the situation*