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Post by HungryHunter on May 1, 2016 18:38:32 GMT
Most cities in the world have nothing going for them. They could vanish and the impact on the world would be scant. This is only taking into account the human perspective, of course. With 7 billion of them, not everywhere they lived could be important. This city was one of those nowhere towns, but to some inhabitants, it was one of the few places they called home. And when their small home began to be intruded upon by the dead, the dead were rejected and found in the streets. It was ironic that the one who came to put the dead in their place was one who raised them. And now the cemetery rang with the sounds of battle and flared with green.
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Post by Gosanti on May 2, 2016 16:34:01 GMT
Some nights Victor liked to take Tigerbot to the cemetery. For them it was a good place to catch a break: almost no one came during the night, there was no one in trouble, no one who needed rescuing. He wasn't afraid of the significance of the place, its deeper meaning. It wasn't exactly that he didn't believe in spirits and spectres, but rather that he thought they were everywhere, if they existed. He just explored the place as an architectural piece, the product of an artful craft; the same way you look at a church when you remember God is actually everywhere.
That night, though, the cemetery was filled wih undead and a sort of green magical energy coming out in bursts. Victor and Tigerbot had followed back the trail of a few zombies they found on the streets. So it wasn't your regular "let's chill back a bit and go to the cemetery" night at all. The deeper meaning had stricken back!
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Post by HungryHunter on May 3, 2016 5:10:19 GMT
The cemetery was a simple plot, with neat rows of headstones and neat short grass overhead, a few neat trees providing shade. Or at least, that was the original intent. Now, tombstones toppled as the inhabitants of graves crawled forth with green eyes glowing, patches of grass and leaves dried and dead from the hissing bolts a hovering figure was launching into the graves. The risen creatures clawed at the ground, holes occasionally opening to pull them inside.
An emaciated undead with its lips pulled back and exposed skeletal fingers looked at Victor and flexed its claws. "Hey, eyes on the ground!" A young Scottish voice called from above. The ghoul turned away and knelt to scrabbled at the ground like the others. "And you! Back off! I've got this under control!" The bossy voice keened again as the commanding figure hovered down, revealing it to be a teenage girl in an odd armored dress, eyes glowing green like the undead milling in the cemetery.
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Post by Gosanti on May 7, 2016 22:01:38 GMT
Was she a hero like him? Victor was so much in need of a proper VILLAIN! He decided to put the armor on and ask her, hoping she'd bee Queen of the Ghouls.
With a blinding flash, Tigerbot "exploded" into parts and reformed itself around Victor. He was a guy in an armor now!
"So, Scottish girl! I might go if you explain to me what is going on!"
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Post by HungryHunter on May 8, 2016 0:00:59 GMT
The floating sorcerer looked over his armored form. Well, he looked useful at least. "My Name is Cherry Simmons. My company asked me to- HEY! Skeletons! To the left with those spears! There's a problem with mole people around here and I'm clearing it up. If you want to help, use that staff to keep them from climbing out of that hole!" She pointed to a hole surrounded by skeletons, bones picked clean, smiling as they jabbed with large boar spears at something below. One fell when the ground beneath it gave way, and the next few seconds were filled with horrible crunching noises. "Dammit, I'll have to replace that one... What are you waiting for!?" Cherry had landed and was examining a corpse a zombie had exhumed, nodding as she rummaged in her oversized, Disney Princess decorated purse.
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Post by Gosanti on May 12, 2016 2:43:25 GMT
Victor started waving his staff into one of the holes. He looked confused.
"What do you mean, your company? And what are mole people???"
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Post by HungryHunter on May 12, 2016 4:12:37 GMT
Cherry sighed like it was some dreadful chore to explain things to Victor. "Friends of the Dead, the biggest necromancy company in the world." She said like it should be obvious. Suddenly, a hulking figure lunged from the hole, swatting a skeleton aside with a thick paw. The ogre like thing was pink and hairless, wrinkled flesh hanging on a hunched body. It looked down at Victor from beady eyes ten feet in the air, flexing flat claws as it glared. "And that is a mole person. Don't kill them." Cherry haughtily ordered as she sawed through the sternum of the corpse she was on.
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Post by Gosanti on May 12, 2016 13:12:07 GMT
"A pink ogre!" Victor took one step back and stood 'en garde' with his staff, waiting for the mole person to make the first move. "You could've said a pink ogre. "
He instantly felt bad: What if mole person was the respectful term? Was 'pink ogre' a slur? He was going to say something but the mole person attacked.
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Post by HungryHunter on May 12, 2016 16:35:57 GMT
"No. No I couldn't have. Because it's not an ogre, it's a mole person." Cherry poured green energy into the corpse's chest. The more person snapped with its overly long front teeth, incisors that could punch through steel closing in swiftly on Victor's torso.
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Post by Gosanti on May 16, 2016 15:19:39 GMT
CRUNCH.
The mole person's teeth pierced a little through Victor's armor, and he was lifted off the ground. "Tigerbot's gonna be super mad", he thought, "though I'm glad I'm not wearing his face on my chest like other armors do."
He then dropped his staff and did his best to put his thumbs through the mole person's eyes, using the metal claws on his gloves.
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Post by HungryHunter on May 16, 2016 16:54:07 GMT
Blood spurted from the tall creature's tiny eyes and it released Victor to make a terrible squeal. It stumbled, blinder even than before, and tumbled into the hole it emerged from with a mighty thud. "I hope that wasn't as bad as it sounds, or I'm in a lot of trouble." Cherry stood with hands coated in rotten flesh as the corpse she had been working on twisted and writhed. Its ribcage fused into two red fins extending from its chest, its skin turned grey and clung tight to its body, and it began to hover off the ground. "You just keep that hole guarded. I'm clearing out the zombies." Cherry marched her risen towards the entrance before suddenly halting. Lights had begun to turn on in nearby houses, likely people noticing the noise. "Dang! Clear out that hole, we need to get these bodies gone and I can't parade them through the streets!"
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Post by Gosanti on May 19, 2016 23:47:33 GMT
"Let's... Let's get one thing straight!" said Victor, trying to catch his breath. "I *can* kill the mole people, right?" He could hear the squeals from the mole person again. "Er... morally, I mean!"
He then turned invisible, which usually made him invisible to other senses as well, hoping whatever was down the hole wouldn't smell or hear him, and approached the hole.
"I'm still here, by the way! I'm invisible! Still would like an answer though!"
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Post by HungryHunter on May 20, 2016 6:02:20 GMT
Cherry glared and tossed a green spark where she thought Victor was, about two feet left of his actual location. "No, you CAN'T kill them! Their flaw is their aggression, but their complaint is valid. Only those who want them should have corpses in their home. And that's why we're moving them!" Cherry and her new undead hovered over to the hole, the grey creature fixing its eyes on the invisible Victor.
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Post by Gosanti on Jun 17, 2016 1:31:50 GMT
Victor felt a cold chill down his spine, wished he was holding his staff, and remembered he had dropped it a few feet behind. Giving his invisible back to the scary grey eyes (hoping for the best), he ran out of the hole to grab it.
"Sorry! I forgot something!"
The staff turned invisible when he grabbed it. He turned around towards the hole again, wondering what the hell was he supposed to do.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 17, 2016 22:27:46 GMT
Cherry hovered into the hole, followed by her wight. The zombies followed suit, clumsily falling in and slowly picking themselves up. The skeletons were more graceful, scrambling down the side and taking point, spears facing forward. Cherry's eyes glowed green and her hair filled up with a similar light, hovering up in a porcupine halo. This cast a green glow over the otherwise pitch black tunnel. They trudged a few hundred feet before Cherry suddenly halted the procession.
"Something there... defend the back, invisible clod!" Holding a strange candle, it seemed Cherry could see beyond the sight of others in this darkness. Soon, however, the problem made itself clear. Two mole people stepped in front of Cherry, one holding a war pick, the other a shovel-shaped weapon with a sharpened spade. From side tunnels behind, two more stepped, holding the same weapons. Cherry and her wight engaged the creatures before them, backed up be the skeletons. Those in back approached the zombies, ready to tear them apart.
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Post by Gosanti on Jun 18, 2016 15:25:38 GMT
Victor turned himself visible.
"They have a civilization! They're bronze age! I'm sorry but I GET to kill them if they come at me armed - well I did make an oath of not taking intelligent lives, so, I'll try not to. But still."
He felt really embarrassed for letting himself be left behind but also kinda bothered by having to fight if there was already a zombie army. Still, he ran towards the mole warrior, cleaved his staff on the ground like a garroche and used it to propel himself in what he hoped was a cool double kick, also called two feet sideways stomp. (That is, also called in his head when he cannot decide how to name his moves.)
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 18, 2016 19:50:18 GMT
"Oh please. They're IRON Age." Cherry said as the grey creature clung to the mole person wielding a war pick. Steam rushed from its body into the undead abomination's hands and the hulking creature's body slowed until it collapsed. Victor's strike wasn't quite so effective, but the wrinkled creature stumbled back and nearly fell. It angrily roared and swung its shovel like an axe at Victor's shoulder, intending to carve deep into his torso.
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Post by Gosanti on Jun 21, 2016 18:37:31 GMT
Victor ducked and hit the mole warrior from behind with his staff, trying to make it fall on its own momentum. He sharpened his enhanced senses to get a reading of what the other mole warriors were doing.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jun 21, 2016 21:17:33 GMT
The overswinging beast was knocked off its feet by Victor's blow, dropping its weapon before its partner turned to help, swinging its war pick at Victor's chest. Unfortunately, he may have been distracted at that time, given his enhanced hearing picked up shuffling in the walls getting closer to their position.
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Post by Gosanti on Jun 23, 2016 1:38:35 GMT
"Ooof!" yelled Victor, all air out of his lungs. He tumbled back a few steps and leaned on his staff for support. He turned himself invisible, hoping to catch a break.
What was the girl doing?
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