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Justicar's Bastion - Eagle Elf [Updated 5th Dec 06]
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<blockquote data-quote="PieAndDragon" data-source="post: 3130891" data-attributes="member: 18108"><p><strong>Bloody Tomb</strong></p><p></p><p>Bennin kept mostly quiet alongside his new pack-mates. They were unlike other creatures he had known, somehow un-attuned to the world around them. But he was not a slave tothem. They did not scar him if he moved too slowly, or beat him if he looked at the wrong time. He had seen no many-eyed masters floating among them, or their grey-skinned, short, bald servants. So far he was free, and intended to stay that way.</p><p></p><p>He knew little of the world, growing up among his pack-mates, serving the many-eyed masters in their blasted homelands and subterranean cities. Sometimes members of his pack were dragged off for experiments, or taken away to the battle-lines above and below ground. A short time ago, several of them had managed to escape, fleeing the wrath of their masters under the leadership of a creature known as a human. It had lead them to Jooniz, where the pack had split for a time, hoping to evade the agents the many-eyed masters would surely send.</p><p></p><p>Now Bennin could smell the overwhelming scent of blood. Not just a small amount, but a whole pool of the noxious red liquid. Many of his pack turned away or gagged at the blood, but it bothered him little compared to the horrors his kind saw in the twisted land of his birth. At the moment they could find no way forward, so hunted for passages hidden in the stone walls covered in writing he could not read.</p><p></p><p>The day before, he had seen his pack in battle for the first time. A large insect-like denizen had burst from the ground and attacked the four-legged beast that served them, sending it fleeing. Most had reacted immediately, engaging their foe alongside Bennin, bringing it down in moments. Not even one of them had been injured. It was a good omen of things to come.</p><p></p><p>Someone had found a way down, touching a small red stone to the wall, and invoking the stone to slide up. The pack waited as the blood of the pool drained down the stairs, then followed Bennin as he descended, looking for foes to rend and tear. Others baulked at the strong stench of more of the red liquid, but not him.</p><p></p><p>The twisted caverns and caves surrounded a waterfall of blood, filled with walking corpses which fell before Bennin’s enraged assault. The human in shining clothes kept invoking his holy master, but nothing seemed to come of it until late into the battle, when many of the corpses fled into deeper caverns. Other pack-mates battled alongside him, the human with a blade of steel and large shield a worthy warrior, and the short one also a keen combatant. Another human, a mongrel of some sort, used a thin piece of metal as a weapon, but it did little to bring the walking corpses down. Others conserved their strength, the human mongrel with the scythe and the human female human guarding their retreat.</p><p></p><p>Some walking corpses got away, as a seething mass of rotting rats, long dead, sought to devour their flesh. Bennin cut through swathes of the vermin, as one mongrel fell to the onslaught and the rest of the pack rushed to beat them back. The short one was overwhelmed by them, retching in a corner as the dead rats fled into nooks and crannies of the cave.</p><p>Pausing for breath, they let the human in shining clothes restore their strength, then descended further, Bennin leading the way once more. The walking corpses hadn’t gone far, standing in a pool of blood which came up to their thighs. An armoured human was visible beyond them, hidden mostly by the reddish shadows of pillars and strange crimson light. The short one rushed past Bennin, heading for the enemy human, slowing slightly as the blood came up to his shoulders. Bennin invoked the powers of his kind, taking on the visage of a feral cat, his claws lengthening and growing stronger as he too leapt towards the enemy.</p><p></p><p>Beasts of bone with curved blades stood from among the blood, joining the animated corpses as they sought to overwhelm his pack. The short one fell to four of them in the middle of the pool, his blood mingling with that which would soon drown him. Bennin held back the horde, fighting side to side with the thin blade-wielding mongrel and the human with blade and shield. Their foe across the pool briefly sent Bennin into slumber, but he was quickly awoken by the mongrel, to find others fleeing. Shouting with rage, Bennin leapt into the mass of flesh and bones before him, only to be overwhelmed, then cut down by a blade through eye and brain.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="PieAndDragon, post: 3130891, member: 18108"] [B]Bloody Tomb[/B] Bennin kept mostly quiet alongside his new pack-mates. They were unlike other creatures he had known, somehow un-attuned to the world around them. But he was not a slave tothem. They did not scar him if he moved too slowly, or beat him if he looked at the wrong time. He had seen no many-eyed masters floating among them, or their grey-skinned, short, bald servants. So far he was free, and intended to stay that way. He knew little of the world, growing up among his pack-mates, serving the many-eyed masters in their blasted homelands and subterranean cities. Sometimes members of his pack were dragged off for experiments, or taken away to the battle-lines above and below ground. A short time ago, several of them had managed to escape, fleeing the wrath of their masters under the leadership of a creature known as a human. It had lead them to Jooniz, where the pack had split for a time, hoping to evade the agents the many-eyed masters would surely send. Now Bennin could smell the overwhelming scent of blood. Not just a small amount, but a whole pool of the noxious red liquid. Many of his pack turned away or gagged at the blood, but it bothered him little compared to the horrors his kind saw in the twisted land of his birth. At the moment they could find no way forward, so hunted for passages hidden in the stone walls covered in writing he could not read. The day before, he had seen his pack in battle for the first time. A large insect-like denizen had burst from the ground and attacked the four-legged beast that served them, sending it fleeing. Most had reacted immediately, engaging their foe alongside Bennin, bringing it down in moments. Not even one of them had been injured. It was a good omen of things to come. Someone had found a way down, touching a small red stone to the wall, and invoking the stone to slide up. The pack waited as the blood of the pool drained down the stairs, then followed Bennin as he descended, looking for foes to rend and tear. Others baulked at the strong stench of more of the red liquid, but not him. The twisted caverns and caves surrounded a waterfall of blood, filled with walking corpses which fell before Bennin’s enraged assault. The human in shining clothes kept invoking his holy master, but nothing seemed to come of it until late into the battle, when many of the corpses fled into deeper caverns. Other pack-mates battled alongside him, the human with a blade of steel and large shield a worthy warrior, and the short one also a keen combatant. Another human, a mongrel of some sort, used a thin piece of metal as a weapon, but it did little to bring the walking corpses down. Others conserved their strength, the human mongrel with the scythe and the human female human guarding their retreat. Some walking corpses got away, as a seething mass of rotting rats, long dead, sought to devour their flesh. Bennin cut through swathes of the vermin, as one mongrel fell to the onslaught and the rest of the pack rushed to beat them back. The short one was overwhelmed by them, retching in a corner as the dead rats fled into nooks and crannies of the cave. Pausing for breath, they let the human in shining clothes restore their strength, then descended further, Bennin leading the way once more. The walking corpses hadn’t gone far, standing in a pool of blood which came up to their thighs. An armoured human was visible beyond them, hidden mostly by the reddish shadows of pillars and strange crimson light. The short one rushed past Bennin, heading for the enemy human, slowing slightly as the blood came up to his shoulders. Bennin invoked the powers of his kind, taking on the visage of a feral cat, his claws lengthening and growing stronger as he too leapt towards the enemy. Beasts of bone with curved blades stood from among the blood, joining the animated corpses as they sought to overwhelm his pack. The short one fell to four of them in the middle of the pool, his blood mingling with that which would soon drown him. Bennin held back the horde, fighting side to side with the thin blade-wielding mongrel and the human with blade and shield. Their foe across the pool briefly sent Bennin into slumber, but he was quickly awoken by the mongrel, to find others fleeing. Shouting with rage, Bennin leapt into the mass of flesh and bones before him, only to be overwhelmed, then cut down by a blade through eye and brain. [/QUOTE]
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