Drums of the Underworld [Closed RP] Dec 16, 2016 5:58:56 GMT
Post by Kuma on Dec 16, 2016 5:58:56 GMT
Hallways carved in shadows deep beneath the ground, hiding from the sun. Echoless chambers that never once were lighted, neither by nature or the human hand. Spiralling staircases of obsidian, the material in which this oppressive darkness was trapped within, crossed paths like roots from a great old tree, reaching deeper and deeper into the bowels of the earth, like clawed fingers digging down escaping from the sunlight. In the lowest level a tomb… no, a cage for an ancient evil that rests bound by arcane secrets and relics. Once a powerful Aztec Sage, or at least a Shaman, Ontenamoyeloz, who unearthed mysterious powers no man should possess, was the prisoner of this crypt, brought to this resting place during the twilight years of the Aztec Empire. For centuries he lied there dormant, still restrained in the frontier between life and death. He became a living embodiment of Death, borrowing power from Mictlatecutli, God of the Underworld.
But now, after so many years something woke him up. And the dark energies swirling inside his body have started to flood the surroundings of his prison, a “windowless house” built inside a vein of Obsidian surging from a dead volcano. The necrotic wave slowly expands killing everything around the temple and bringing it back to life, turning them into slaves of the Sleeping Avatar. They move outwards chasing more living beings to fuel the awakening of their new lord. Yet nobody actually knew about this, they only saw the Undead as a symptom of a misplaced spell or a low-level necromancer meddling. The Hidden World Organizations in North America gave the situation little to no importance, as they mostly focused on the cities rather than the countryside. In fact they were almost happy about it happening in the desert, as it was easier to cover up rather than actually sending people to deal with it.
Still this wasn’t a circumstance easily ignored by the Hidden World Community, either the ones nearby by or ones extremely far away. As the HW Organization from USA had created a quarantine area around the undead blight the BHA branch in America couldn’t act, but people quickly realized that the same restriction didn’t affect the other branches. So a young Hidden World Academic, Roderick Roode, decided to use his wealth, amassed through exploration and recovery of magical relics, to hire somebody from the highly regarded Yatagarasu Branch of the Bounty Hunter Association. But thanks to the situation in Japan the BHA couldn’t send a whole group of individuals to help with the issue that forced Roderick to vacate his latest dig-site, yet he was insistent enough, and was willing to put the money, to hire at least one Bounty Hunter for the job, and the Yatagarasu Branch sent somebody who had equal parts experience dealing with and boiling hatred against the undead. Callis Nomene.
1 Mile away from the Quarantine Area
Callis new clothing wasn’t magical, unlike the set of Knightly clothes he brought from his Home Dimension. Still whoever did it, surely a seamstress hired by his colleagues of the Yatagarasu Branch, did an excellent job including advanced techniques and fabrics that didn’t exist on Centris. That’s how, even covered head to toe, under the blazing sun, The Beast Knight wasn’t sweating. Part of it was his natural resistance to the elements, thanks to his Saevus blood. He walked towards the lavish tent Roderick had set as the center of his camp. The travel was quite puzzling to the Beast Knight, as until now he had only taken a plane once, so the experience was a mixture of surprise and bewilderment each time he peaked out the window. There were similar machines back on his world, but they were either magical powered and old, so the power they once had was barely there, only able to fly, or there were actual mechanical flying machines, which were more in the lines of gliders or rudimentary ultra-light planes.
-Excuse me, I’m coming in.- He might be quite inflexible about certain topics, but the Beast Knight was adaptable when it came to the customs of other people and after living for a couple of years in Japan he had already started to emulate their customs, mostly because he actually like the traditional emphasis and courtesy rules that existed in the country of the Rising Sun. He almost took started to take off his boots before stopping this almost automatic act and looking at his employer. -Come on in, make yourself comfortable.- Roderick was a man on his early 30’s, with a buzzcut, more out of comfort than style, sturdy body, square chin… well you could say he was really square, as his broad shoulder sloped down in an almost 90 degree angle. Seemingly he used to play Football during college. -Or at least try to, sorry for the mess.- He added while pointing around him with both hands. The tent was a mess of dirty equipment, clothing and papers. For a moment Callis showed a moment of discomfort, as he was more on the tidy and ordered side, but the sucked his momentary disgust down his throat and inquired about the situation as he introduced himself. -Greetings, I’m Callis Nomene, member of the BHA Yatagarasu Branch, you’re Roderick Roode I suppose.- The Beast Knight did a small reverence as he talked. -I’ve only read an outline of the situation, so I was hoping if you could further explain the circumstances on the region to facilitate my job.-
The Archeologist looked at Callis with an amused look, noticing that the Beast Knight didn’t even attempt to sit down or rest. -Well aren’t you a stoic one! Going straight to point- He moved closer and patted Callis shoulder looking at him with shining eyes. -I like that!- He proclaimed with a big dumb smile as he waded through the hoarded equipment towards the nearest desk. -Just let me -WHOAH!- Roderick attempted to pick something from the desk, a map, from what Callis could see, but he tripped on a knotted rope falling flat on his face. For the first time since he entered the tent the Beast Knight moved attempting to help his employer to get up, but in a very dramatic gesture Roderick raised his hand without lifting his face from the ground, stopping Callis on his tracks. -Don’t worry, I’m okay.- He started getting up. -I’m used to it already.- The archeologist turned around with his nose broken and blood pouring out from his nostrils like a torrent. Without any semblance of pain he cracked his nose back into place and used two piece of nearby paper to block the nostrils with small balls. He smiled, half of his face covered in blood. -I’ve cooped up here for 2 weeks already, getting 1 or 2 scrapes isn’t going to push me down.-
-Are you sure that you are okay Mes Roode?- Callis asked quite confused about the man’s resistance to pain. As stoic as he was even the Beast Knight would at least wince if he broke his nose like that, even more if he fixed it back into place. -Yeah, I’m made of a sturdier material than most, don’t worry about me.- He shaked his hand downplaying the issue, talking with a nasal voice, having his nostrils clogged with bloody paper. -Here.- He finally passed the map to Callis who looked at it. There was a large X marked on it and around it a large circle in red ink. Roderick pointed at the x. -My old camp was nearby this location, I got evacuated by the local HW authorities.- He traced the circle with his fingertip. -And this marks the perimeter of the quarantine area, something really weird started to happen in the area, the dead are roaming the Earth again.- The sole mention of undead shifted the atmosphere around Callis, until now he was like an iceberg, cold, resilient and silent, but the idea of the living dead walking nearby ignited a flame of determination behind his eyes and deep within his heart. Even with some encounters a couple of months ago making him re-think his stance on the undead vermin he still felt animosity for the rotten bastards.
-So, undead are crawling inside that zone and you want me to exterminate them?- The fiery conviction escaped his chest riding his words as steeds, almost every muscle in Callis’ body started to tighten as he uttered this question. This wasn’t hatred or rage, just the dutiful heart of a Knight burning inside him. Roderick chuckled, thinking that Callis was joking, but he quickly realized, noticing the sapphire embers the Beast Knight’s eyes turned into that he wasn’t joking and stopped laughing as swiftly as he started. -No, I don’t want you to exterminate them all, I’m only hiring you to retrieve a relic I found during my excavation and I couldn’t take with me.- The Dashing Archaeologist showed Callis a tablet with a photo on the screen. A small dagger, possibly a ceremonial knife, made completely in Obsidian with an intrincate handle made out of gold. The Beast Knight intensity dropped several levels upon hearing this and his employer noticed it, so he quickly added. -I don’t actually care how you get it, if you want to move in a spiral pattern cleaning up the area before reaching it I don’t see any issue.- With those words the aura around Callis exploded once again.
-I’ll get the relic.- The Beast Knight proclaimed as he walked out the tent. -Wait don’t you want to rest up?- Roderick asked, trying to open a space for Callis to sit down. -No.- The Knight refused as he opened the tent door. -Eradicating undead vermin is something that takes precedent to everything else.- He closed the door, map in hand, moving towards the Quarantine Zone with confident strides as the tail of his coat waved behind him, pushed by the desert winds.