The Hunt Gone Wrong

KC11 · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 567

It was dark in the forest, even though it was the middle of the day. Creatures chirped and went about their buisness, like it was any other day.

A Hecalic was running about, like it always did. With its triangle ears and very long, pointed nose, compleate with the speedy body of a deer, it made a nice little odd edition to the forest.

Suddenly, a shot rang out through the area. The Hecalic bolted. But it was not the Hecalic these hunters were after.

A grunting went about through the forest, and out of the vines sprang a Grendalin. The creature had green skin that flaked off at some points, a round, potato like body, with a giant mouth full of long, sharp teeth. The creature had no lips, so the teeth stuck out. The creature had long arms that dragged on the ground when it was not using them, and legs similar to that of a dragon, or a grendel. It was compleate with a tail and red eyes.

With all these features, this was a creature you wouldn't want to see when you were alone in the forest without any weapon. In fact, the only creature that surpassed it in viciousness and danger was the manticore. However, the difference was that the manticore was much smarter than the average grendalin.

This current grendalin grunted, but it grunted not in anger, but in fear. For it was being hunted by a group of hunters looking for some sport. Grendalins couldn't be digested by normal humans without some complications, so they were hunted for sport.

Shouting went up around the forest, and the sound of boots hitting the earth was coming closer. The Grendalin grunted and ran, and the humans, hearing the grunt, started to run.

Another shot went out. A roar. The Grendalin was dead.

The humans triumphantly came out of the forest, carrying the dead grendalin on a pole. The Grendalin's limbs were tied to the pole, and it hung limply, eyes open but unseeing.

However, the evil spirit of the forest had seen these humans hunting her creations, and now she was angry.

"They must be punished." she said as she watched the Grendalin being carried away.

She called up all her creations, and each came to her. Grendalins, Skeleton Dragons, Dark Dragons, Manticores, Catostines, Death Pigstones, and all sorts of other horrid creatures came to her.

"KILL THE HUMANS!" she yelled, and they all roared in triumph and made their way to the village......

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In this RP, you have to fight off the army that is coming to destroy the village. You will all start at the village, on what seems to be a normal day, on the day of the first attack. In order to "win" the RP, you have to kill off the Evil Spirit of the forest.

Bear in mind that not all of the creatures will be attacking the town at once. They will go in shifts every once in a while. I will control when they attack.

Sometimes the Evil Spirit will take someone from the village to be her servant or her spouse. I will also control this.

REMEMBER, the evil spirit is strong. You will not kill her with one blow, so don't try it. You can, however, wound her, should you need to get out of being her servant or spouse. I will control her Hp.

Starting Hp for the Evil Spirit:

100

If this goes down to 70, she will be weakened enough to not be able to stop you should you escape.

Maraha · Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 9:14 pm Post subject:

(The Evil Spirit's spouse? Sounds like a powerful position. I think I'll join, mind if I use my character Mleyer?)

Zerrer · Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 8:24 pm Post subject:

i'll join.

i will be Zerrer.

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Zerrer arrived at the village to hunt manticores, when the village was attacked by the first wave.

Blackstar Foundation · Blackstar Native Group Account Posts: 1772

The Arieon flicks Zerrer lightly with its tail and takes off, carrying Zerrer with great speed towards the Village in a flurry of feathery wings.

KC11 · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 567

I guess it's time to bring out Sek again.... *dusts off her emo character and starts RP*

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It was a quiet, normal looking day in the village. Men are showing off their weapons to each other, women are running after rowdy children, and children are happily making their parents go even further into insanity than they already are.

Sek, the town emo, is going about practicing shooting at a deer carcus. She already has many arrows in the carcus, and she is aiming for the center.

TWANG! It shoots past the deer and at a nearby man. Luckly, she only hit his arm, but she is confined to a hut for a few hours afterwards.

Zerrer · Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 9:26 am Post subject:

Zerrer was watching the hunters bringing back the grendealin, when he was shot in the arm with an arrow. he instantly got angry, turned around, and didn't see anybody with a bow. he ripped the arrow out of his arm. the arm healed together by fusing the flesh together with an odd white flame.

"i like the side affects of magical severance..."

Mannequin · White Belt Old Friend Posts: 75

Might I join? I havnt joined a decent play for... months now.

If so, I'll be playing as my own character. Well... My only one...

Leporidae · Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 10:40 am Post subject:

The half-goblin, Offa, had came to rest near the village for his own safety from creatures like Grendalins.

He hadn't, however, came to watch them kill.

For food and in self-defence, it was fine (But sad none-of-the-less). But in his eyes he saw fools, not intelligent beings, dragging away their newly-made corpse for fame, fortune, and fun. No one told him that all three came solely from such, and he will refuse to believe otherwise. He even stayed outside of the city to avoid them. Not out of anger, but out of fear. He could be persecuted for his goblin heritage, or worse.

Offa wishes the citizens of the village would stop this madness.

Offa might, and probably will, regret wishing for that later on.

alakin1 · Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 9:13 am Post subject:

A slight breeze rose around Yishi as she wove strands of inter-dimensional energy into...a slight breeze. She finished and the wanted breeze rose, drawing locks of hair, or rather, long fur, to the side. It was an effect she loved and felt it made her look much 'cooler'. She gingerly stepped into the village, she was never at ease around Humans, they were such a strange species at the best of times, the way they killed things for fun or just for something to show, the way some loved war while other hated it. They were just...too varied.

She watched the hunters bring in the Grendalin, not that she really knew what it was, with a touch of sadness,
"Why are they parading it around? Like some kind of...object," she whispered, spitting the last word out.