Short Stories

[firespirit44 1323]

((Hello everyone, if you're feeling bored in roleplay, you're always welcomed to this little story board of what happened in rp. Anyone is allowed to submit a short story with their names written on them, but so far these are mine.))

The winds were howling, the clouds were darkening. It was a cold night in Abresi, with Lady Moon hiding shyly behind her smoky veil. The city was devoid of life as the clock strikes midnight, with only a single person staring up at the fountain of Saint Velwyn.

A handsome man, adorned with golden wheat hair, golden eyes, and golden wheat eyebrows. One could call him a loaf of delicious bread. A man of the city watch, with a yellow cross upon his black tabbard. He stands bored, facing the fountain. What thoughts went through him, none shall know. Sergeant Dingo was on patrol, and it seemed like a night just about every other night. Boring.

But tonight was a exception. . .

"Hello."

Sergeant Dingo turns around at the sound of the voice, surprised to see-

No one.

A few more blinks and a couple of eye rubbings later, he was determined he was too fatigued.

"How are you?"

No one. The city was drowned in silence, but yet, the voice could not be traced.

"Come play with me"

"You look like a piece of bread."

Sergeant Dingo was a young man, not to be fooled by any poltergeist!

"Who are you? Show yourself!"

"Why should I?"

"Why shouldn't you?"

And so on, did Sergeant Dingo talk aimlessly to the air. Bored as he was, he thought he might be talking to his inner mind, until the voice said

"Your boring. Like sourdough rye."

"Well you're annoying."

"Maybe you would be less boring if I killed one of your friends."

"Maybe you would be less boring if I killed one of your family."

"Maybe you would be less boring if I killed one of your sons."

A cold chill was sent up Sergeant Dingo's spine, this was something sinister, not just a playful ghosts that Abersi sees sometimes. And even then some are just pink Teutons.

"Get away from them, you hear me!"

"You'll have to catch me first."

"Oi. Dingo have you gone mad?"

Glancing back towards the stairs, a familiar face of Sergeant Richard Mathall is seen stepping towards Dingo. A confused expression on his face signifies the madness that seems to be occurring around Dingo, him talking to air.

"Cant you hear him?"

"Hear who?"

"The voice! Come closer and you'll be able to hear its whispers."

A quiet chuckle is heard around Dingo, but it seems Richard has yet to notice the oddity in the area.

"Kill him."

"What? No! He's my friend!"

"Yer crazy Dingo. Go get some rest..."

With that, the Sergeant promptly turns around, seeing as he is ignored by his good friend in favour for the company of some air. Cant blame Dingo, really.

"Come on. Kill your friend. It'll be fun!"

"No, I wont listen to your crazy demands."

"There are worst fates than death."

"You wouldn't dare harm Richard."

"So be it, allow me to show you a fate worst than death."

The voice cackles as it leaves, fading away into the silent night. Dingo looks around, absolutely confused by what has just transpired, until he laid his eyes on Richard.

A skeletal apparition formed dust by dust, behind Richard. Without even being able to utter a cry of warning, the skeleton thrusted a ghostly sword, right through the heart of Richard. And all Richard ever saw, was the tip of the ghost blade.

As quick as the skeletal figure appeared, just as quickly as it dissolved into nothingness. All that could be heard is the clacking of the jaws, as if the entire ordeal was hilarious to it.

"Go on, who's next?"

Richard turns around, fear in his bright golden eyes. He glances back at his lifeless friend, lying face first onto the pavement. Without a wound, without a scar. The only thing on his poor friend's face was astonishment. This is a being of power, why was he trifling with a ghost? Why did he ever respond to this being of horrible power? And because of me, I have killed my friend. Who knows what else this being might do. Might as well surrender now. All hope is lost. Give up.

He whispers into the air, knowing the spirit is listening.

"You've won."

"What? No! That's boring if you end it now!"

"You've killed Richard. You've won. Just kill me."

The spirit seems to be angered, hissing as he utters the next sentence

"There are fates worse than death."

A white spirit hovers above Richard's body briefly, before being sucked into it. What happened next, no one could have guessed. Richard turned hollow. Bones and flesh, hair and face, everything turned hollow. And in turn, rises a spirit warrior, with a glowing red pit for eyes.

"Will you be killed, or be killed, by the person you called a friend? Will you save yourself, by killing your friends? Who's the monster here? This broken puppet, or humanity?"

The forsaken warrior glances up at Dingo, raising his guardsmen blade. What was once used to protect, will now be used to murder.

This isn't suppose to happen. This was just a regular patrol. Richard cant kill me. I cant die, I still have my family. I cant die here.

I wont die.

Thoughts raced within, as Sergeant Dingo pulls out his own sword, planning to fight his friend. With shaky determination in his voice, he advances towards the forsaken guard. "You killed Richard, but this is not Richard. Look like I'll just have to kill him...again."

The armored soul cries out in damnation, before rushing against Dingo with his sword held high. Dingo, with only his tabbard on, had no choice but to roll away. Without any armour, he felt as vulnerable as a babe. Any attack may prove fatal, and instantly end his life.

And so the friends engaged in a life or death duet, one that is sang only by warriors as steel met steel, with the occasional vocals of yells screams and grunts resounding around the stairs of the Abresi Plaza. High and low, left and right. The spirit warrior has all the skills of Sergeant Richard himself, but Sergeant Dingo would not falter to him.

With a final riposte and a fierce slash to the chest, the spirit warrior collapses on the stairs, before unleashing one final, harrowing cry. Looking at what he has done, he quickly kneels before the form, on the verge of a total breakdown.

Has he killed his friend? Was this my fault? Why did it have to be Richard, why not someone else? Is this the cost of living? Please dont die on me, Richard. . . !

As if the God finally heard his prayers, the morning sun rises up, bathing the city of Abresi in golden sunlight. The spell breaks, and Richard was slowly restored, dust by dust into what he used to be. His eyelids shut closed, but the gentle rise and fall of his chest indicates he is still alive, and breathing. Although curiously, Richard suffered no bodily harm, despite what Dingo just did to him.

Without hesitation, he revives his comrade, only to happy to just hold him tight. He brings Richard back to the barracks to rest, only to glad that the entire ordeal is over. Looking at the afternoon skies, he ponders of the strange being that almost killed all of them. At least it was over, and thank the Creator for that.







"This isn't over, DINGO."

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

Hey, i would love to draw the stories that come up here if I have the permission of the writers, this seems like a fun project
:^)

[firespirit44 1323]

If you wish, the two players that helped me this evening was

 

NoChuckTesta and palmerman22.

[NoChuckTesta 15]

Ah, I remember this. I was weeks new to LOTC, and this enlightened me into making me favor the RP as one of the best I've encountered. Was a great experience, thanks a lot and come whenever to haunt again!

[Moot 1719]

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