The Long And Endless Night

[Eleatic 1033]

 

 

The boat smashes against the icy shore, the entire island creaks in faint ways. The trees slam mercilessly against the winds as the two men get up, slowly. They wear fine garb, for those who may consider what they would. They had watched it for a long time, longer than may like. No movement for the last decade, if not more. Before that horrid creatures they did remember, and only barely escape from. Now, with the odd seeming fact of loneliness.. it was time.

 

Three other men step from the boat, crouched in the back. They all make gruff remarks, and curse at the leader of the little pack. "It's perfect, yes yes." One of them says in quiet, unheard murmurs. "Shut up, Yninch. We only brought you because you make good meat pies." They all chuckled a bit at that. They noticed upon this isle a good deal of predatory situation, undead beings populated it. Nothing too grotesque that simply taking out the leg wouldn't handle, and a majority were gone. [Wither skele's]. They began to walk about in the morning of it, as the weather cleared. It was a tropical paradise, if not with some..difficulty. They could live in peace here, without interruption by those dependably maniacal scourge.

 

They prepared some basic equipment on board the small boats. A cache of armor, some basic, some more advanced. Some weaponry, as had planned. If the natives were to attack, let them.

 

[GM said to post, if anyone opposes us please post. We can then sort out terms. If not, then we will take the isle. Opposing party are a few fledgling engineers, and a few footpad mercnaaries. Lichisland].

[E__V__O 2000]

Evark looking upon the camp site, himself above apart to be seen as he blankly watches, slowly muttering something for a brief moment.

 

The trees around slowly begin to twist and turn making a churning sound around before whispts of small embers spark out towards the camp, nothing to harm. It would somehow appear if the wind has created these embers as no other sign can be seen.

Within this being created, a small piece of ground around them lightly shakes and rattles as it would appear if it slowly moves throughout the camp.

 

The small sheets of embers slowly continue to breeze as with the rock grounded moves throughout. The wind rustles around continuing to sway shrieks of small screams throughout the island.

 

Evark slowly watches the scene ahead waiting, before he smiles. He rests behind the tree tops hidden from site and from interruption before he goes to slowly rest and meditate.

[Eleatic 1033]

The entire ensamble of men only say one phrase, one utterance, yet with more emotion than a squealing babe.

"S**t."

[E__V__O 2000]

Watching a head slowly, the shrieks of flames continue before one, restlessly touches the campfires flame. the campfire seems to flicker before sparking out within a instant moment, it seems dark, as if something is going to come, no other source of light being created. The campfire in itself after 10 (rp) seconds lights itself back up into a flickering flame from before, although it seems to produce more heat than what it had previously done burning around.

 

The shrieks of flames stop within the wind, the ground slowly continues to move before it rests underneath the pitted tent. It stops. The area almost seems silent.

 

The beaming screams from around die down before cracks of wither-skeletons slowly advance. The remaining ones along the island, (I was told their should be at least 8 left), a small army of eight wither skeletons slowly advance towards the camp.

[Eleatic 1033]

There is a sound of uplifted boots as the men raise their swords, preparing for the inevitiable of conflict. Their armor far off, all of them find a way to fit into a helmet and gauntlets before the time comes, but only that. The front of a chestplate remains on a few, and it goes. The campfire flickered, their eyes went wide. The ground began to shake, and they felt the stiff voice of hell rise in their throats in sheer terror.

 

The merciless ring of metal against metal bemuses the isle as the man slam their swords deep into the bones of their victims, one, the rather annoying one whom the others laughed at happened to be stabbed in such an endeavor. There was a shreiking as his eyes rolled back, and the rest started moaning in horrror. Two of the beings left, the men turned, and began to run. One of them took off their helm, throwing it toward one of the skeletons, knocking it back a bit. But none else. 

 

They reached the remains of their ship, tattered and slammed onto the coastline. They had barely survived the run, and they found it unlikely they would survive. Unarmored, the sounds returned. The man known as Yninch raised his blade, slamming it into the skull of the beings, one left. One too many. It reaped its' sword across as the others did, killing the being in eternal slumber, but nearly disembering the two. They both shreiked, now unable to get up. Stuck on a desolate island, half of their collueges dead, with skeletons out to kill them.

 

Today was not a good day.

[Eleatic 1033]

It was a day later they regained walking capabality, and they shouted.

"Beings that inahbit this island! We wish no harm!" Their voice carried out through the horrid island, a faint whisper of tears.

 

"We just wish to remain alive! Please forgive us our folly!"

[E__V__O 2000]

Cracks are heard underneath the island, as if something is getting prepared but the sounds do not make any sense of any thing that has once been heard, crackled laughter hearing through the trees.

 

 

 

 

Waiting through the night, it almost seems as if the island seems peaceful, the only things heard are the cracks and bangs of what goes underneath, how deep is the island, how hallowed is it.

The island in itself awakes once more, the campfire seems to flicker it's head out for moments at a time, (10 rp seconds) before flickering back up during the middle of the night, it almost seems if it feels it becoming a hotter flame than what it was beforehand.

 

The whistling of cracks underneath them continue slowly echoing through the night. It almost seems as if some caverns are heard moving through the night with the amount of noise coming from the island. It is all uncertain but as what it seems... The campsite seems safe for now.

 

Throughout the night, the cracks get louder within lower, but the bangs are heard sometimes ranging from high as if it is right below, or just around the island. The laughter through the trees continue to spread out lights of the island. Caverns around have small rocks tremble from there surface dripping down like water droplets. It almost seems quite, as peaceful and safe but something else, the birds. No sights of birds have been seen on the island or around it, within this insects or other meat. No source of food.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.