Post by zecht on Feb 23, 2011 3:28:09 GMT -5
The wind rolled softly across a field of dried brown grass. Over the sound of soft gales wafting along the ground and trees, a cry could be heard echoing against the sound of the wind spanning for a mile across. It was a cry that would fill the mind of all who traveled the roads on those plains. The shrill yelps were plenty, gurgled and warped with fear. Clearly not of human origin, but were audible enough that the fear was as detectable as the scent of blood that followed it. In the distance, a figure clad in black armor tightly clutched the throat of a small humanoid creature. Another like it was held suspended in the air, impaled by a large sword clutched comfortably in the grip of the dark knight's hand. The creature spat its life force and its screams turned into slowly dimming gurgles before falling silent. The dark knight's cold eyes turned to his second victim.
"You goblins would think to bare your fangs at me? Endless oblivion awaits you."
And with a deft and swift pulse, his grip around the goblin's throat tightened until a sickening snap could be heard. He dropped the lifeless monster onto the ground, where it would sleep forever.
Zecht slowly sheathed his great sword, certain that no other foe was present. His eyes scoured the land frantically looking for a place to rest his weary body. He had been up for the entire night racing against the coming of the daily blanket of mist. The sun's rising was fast approaching, and with it the mist would come as well wiping clear what was left of an already decaying memory. It was then in the distance he saw a large structure resembling a castle. At that moment, he staggered and placed a hand on his forehead. A faint memory had violently resurfaced, that of a castle town. It was then that he opened his eyes and ssilently the words escaped his lips.
"San d'oria..."
His home, the kingdom of San d'oria... No memory of it remained aside from the death of his old, weaker self. It was within those castle walls that a noble was targeted for assassination but instead of dying returned and slaughtered the last remnants of his family. Fleeing... Shame... Emptiness... Such was the price he paid for this "power"... He would have rather not returned home, yet this time he had no choice. The sun was rising rapidly, so Zecht made a dash for the town. It was when he entered its front gates however, he found that his home was not as he remembered it. As a matter of fact, it was not his home at all. It was a strange castle, flying the banner of red but lacking the symbol of his nation's power, the red lion of San d'oria's royal family. Wherever he was, although it had borne a striking resemblance to it, was not his home.
Although safe from the dangerous mist, Zecht continued to slowly make his way into the city. The people here greeted him with curt nods and salutes unfamiliar to him... Yet he kept walking. Something in this place had drawn him there... As if darkness had thickly saturated the ground. He was not there to admire the city, however. He was on a new mission... To locate one of the hooded manipulator's colleagues. Having been told that they may be able to restore Zecht's memories, He would find them without fail.
His eyes peered about as he passed each townsperson. One of them had to be the one he was looking for.
"You goblins would think to bare your fangs at me? Endless oblivion awaits you."
And with a deft and swift pulse, his grip around the goblin's throat tightened until a sickening snap could be heard. He dropped the lifeless monster onto the ground, where it would sleep forever.
Zecht slowly sheathed his great sword, certain that no other foe was present. His eyes scoured the land frantically looking for a place to rest his weary body. He had been up for the entire night racing against the coming of the daily blanket of mist. The sun's rising was fast approaching, and with it the mist would come as well wiping clear what was left of an already decaying memory. It was then in the distance he saw a large structure resembling a castle. At that moment, he staggered and placed a hand on his forehead. A faint memory had violently resurfaced, that of a castle town. It was then that he opened his eyes and ssilently the words escaped his lips.
"San d'oria..."
His home, the kingdom of San d'oria... No memory of it remained aside from the death of his old, weaker self. It was within those castle walls that a noble was targeted for assassination but instead of dying returned and slaughtered the last remnants of his family. Fleeing... Shame... Emptiness... Such was the price he paid for this "power"... He would have rather not returned home, yet this time he had no choice. The sun was rising rapidly, so Zecht made a dash for the town. It was when he entered its front gates however, he found that his home was not as he remembered it. As a matter of fact, it was not his home at all. It was a strange castle, flying the banner of red but lacking the symbol of his nation's power, the red lion of San d'oria's royal family. Wherever he was, although it had borne a striking resemblance to it, was not his home.
Although safe from the dangerous mist, Zecht continued to slowly make his way into the city. The people here greeted him with curt nods and salutes unfamiliar to him... Yet he kept walking. Something in this place had drawn him there... As if darkness had thickly saturated the ground. He was not there to admire the city, however. He was on a new mission... To locate one of the hooded manipulator's colleagues. Having been told that they may be able to restore Zecht's memories, He would find them without fail.
His eyes peered about as he passed each townsperson. One of them had to be the one he was looking for.
