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Post by Marduk Dusan on Aug 5, 2017 6:47:25 GMT
Going on a pleasant walk was one of the many things Marduk loved to do. In fact, the Underground Forest was one of his favorite places to be. So many different colored mushrooms, from red, white, and pink, they all stood at many different directions, the glow stemming out and illuminating the underground. Of course, the king was with his men. That was to say there weren't very many of them. Well, there were but they died. The rest should be catching up soon, though. Marduk led the fun and excitement. Slaying the Mindless undead was one of his favorite pastimes. The blood and flesh tore from his sword as he swung it so, the smile on his face ever so pleased to watch the men fall like flies. He laughed, his dark hair blowing in the wind with every movement, his fighting style swift, but calculating. Although, Mindless weren't usually that hard to kill. Marduk just enjoyed it. Along with his other men, they made their way across some small bridges of fungus that crossed the area, pushing off the undead that fell to the untimely deaths. Even some of his own men had fallen off, the king assumed. But eh, they can find their way back once they awoke again. But Marduk was having the time of his life, swinging like a madman with his sword as he continued to fight. What a lovely day, he thought.
Once they were finished slaying most of the Mindless in the area, King Marduk and the rest of his men took a nice rest, up on top of a high flat mushroom that overlooked the rest of the Underground Forest. Marduk was busy, pacing toward the walls as the rest of the soldiers laid and sat in exhaustion, taking in the nice view from their day's hard work. The soldiers chatted amongst themselves, probably what food and drink they would want to eat if they were alive. Marduk pushed their conversations out from his ear, focused on his own matters. He heard of something interesting here, something that he was willing to come and see for himself. A most unusual stone, he heard, was found in this forest. Not only that, but many of them. He had heard word that they were abundant here. That they would make his men stronger. He looked up against the crackly rocked wall by the edge of the mushroom's flat cap, toward the dark violet stones that seemed to peer up to the ground's surface above. A fluorescent blue waterfall trickled down beside it, and he could hear the sound of the cascading water, although he didn't see the kind of stone he was looking for. Pushing off one undead soldier that was enjoying the mist and view of the waterfall, he made his way near the back of it. Looking behind the falling water, he could see some sparkling stones. He moved closer but he couldn't reach all the way, for the mushroom was at its end. Though he did manage to lunge and pull a smaller piece from the wall, the shining dark rock in his hand. He brought it closer to his face, inspecting it. Was this the one that he had come all this way for...?
"Sir," announced one of his undead soldiers. "What?" he turned around, clearly expressing annoyance across his face. "There is a group of Mindless undead attacking someone over there. Shouldn't we go help them?" he reported, moving to the side to allow the king to see the view, indeed a bunch of undead attacking a single person. They appeared to be living though, as they seemed to have no rot on them. "They can handle it themselves," Marduk said quite grumpily, before finally turning his attention to them. Well, it was a lot of undead attacking one person. Though, maybe he should test this stone, see what it could actually do. He threw it at the soldier. "Take this and head in that direction. Kill all Mindless that are present," he commanded, moving to the further edge of the mushroom to see the battle taking place. His soldiers cheered as they rushed down from mushroom to mushroom, headed in the direction of the Mindless attacking the living. He overlooked to see what happened, but he didn't do so out of kindness for them. Indeed, he could care less what happened to them, but he wanted to know if the stone worked. His soldiers would be stronger, faster, he was told. But he wasn't certain on all the details. It may be just a hoax from the merchant into buying the stones, he thought. But either way, if it made his soldiers stronger indeed it was worth testing it out.
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Commander of the Immortal Army
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Post by Connor Lachesis on Jan 11, 2018 8:52:49 GMT
Leads. Like a spider's web, he'd eventually turned over their strands, and he was intent to follow them to their source. Of course, they’d been carefully hidden, and had been a bitch to find - but Solara's mother hadn't acted alone in her manipulation. That requisite for third parties had granted him opportunity, which had ultimately resulted in him following his instincts as he set out in pursuit of the most promising option. Would the woman’s lack of independence be her downfall? Perhaps. But, as he’d travelled beyond the reaches of the Naihan Mountains, delving into the land beyond the gates, he’d begun to consider that his own independence might’ve not have been as much a benefit as he considered.
Only a short while before, he’d been in the area, burying his sister. Absently, he wondered if he’d might see her. Or what was left of her. Almost as quickly as he had the thought, the Immortal Commander had dismissed it. There were more pressing concerns – notably, trying to run down someone who he entirely expected was Undead: the elder Lady Ell Polst. He wanted to kill her, but that complicated things. If not acting then, at least seeking her out... Knowing where she was… That was information he could present to Solara, to make an argument at the least. Of course she’d be very displeased with his excursion to this place-
Which brought him to the present. Independence, a problem. What had he gotten himself into? Fortunately, a dark swath of cloth obstructed his face. He carried no tokens of his obvious identity. But, as he swung a sword, severing the rotting leg of one of the Mindless that so closely reminded him of the grotesque forms he and his Lieutenant had discovered in the tunnels near Imfala... he knew he had a bit of a predicament on his hands. Another set reached for him. He grasped the sleeve, half helping them forward, half throwing them away as he stepped backward. Swing. Thrust. Backstep. There were more of them, seeming to have come out of nowhere. Seeming to sense the life in his pulsing blood.
His jaw clenched. Connor knew he needed to run, needed to lose them somehow. And yet, he had seen little of the mushroom forest he’d wandered into to make an effective escape. There seemed to be many of these ones in the area.
The solution to his problem came with an unexpected chorus of hoots and hollers – battle cries. Seizing another of the Mindless, he pressed his sword straight through their middle with little effect. A swift kick sent them down, right as the soldiers descended around them. Their numbers quickly seemed to turn the tide – something he was not keen to linger for. He wasn’t about to allow himself to be caught up in their hold, as an animal in a snare. And so, unceremoniously, in the chaos, he ducked out and set off at a quick run amongst the towering mushrooms, skirting at an arc back in the direction the newcomers had descended from. At the very least, fewer of the Mindless might be there. At the best, he made off…
Realistically? The Immortal’s bursting run would carry him almost straight back to the Undead King.
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