Chum
05-16-2006, 07:26 PM
“I bet we make a killin off des here graves”.
“Yeah a killin”, Said the other grave robber as they both burst into laughter.
The two men had been digging through the night to uncover any buried belongings they could find but for some time had thus far come up short. But through tire and the will to go on they continued desecrating this hallowed ground with their shovels. Much is to be found within Raven Hill Cemetery, it is also a good spot for grave robbers because the Night Watch does not patrol the area as well as they used to because of the growing threat of undead.
The man spat as he leaned up against a tree,” All this digging is lookin kinda useless, we haven’t found a thing yet.”
The other man jabbed his shovel in the ground and faced the other man. “Just not our lucky night I guess.”
“I sometime—“, his words were cut short by the sounds of approaching foot-steps coming ever closer.
“No worries mate, prolly just Benjamin.”
“Yah.” sighed the other man.
The eerie glow of a lantern poured forth from the misty darkness that constantly made itself present in Duskwood. With a large sword in hand the figure limped towards the two men. This hunched over figure was no man, the glowing eyes made sure to denounce any sign of humanity this creature had. The eyes gave a bit of a flare of a defiant soul and hatred that the two men would soon know.
The figure quickly rushed into the first man that was leaning against the tree, his sword dug through the man’s belly and into the tree behind him. A bony hand reached out and clamped the shocked man’s throat using it as leverage to wrench the sword from the man’s body. The man slid into a seated position with the shock of death upon his face.
The second man cowered back crawling from the sight of his friend’s death. He scrambled to his feet and took off into the forest, but he did so too late he had be stricken hard enough to knock the man to the ground. The man rolled over to see the face of his assailant.
The man’s last sight was the remains of a reincarnated paladin and his blade.
Razputin sheathed his blade and reclaimed his lantern from where he has laid it before charging into the first man. He knew that in a way he had acted to harshly but that was the little bit of a paladin’s soul still in him. But as one of the forsaken he knows he had done the right thing and quailed those two men’s attempts to desecrate any more graves.
He scanned the graveyard with his glowing eyes that could easily see through the heavy dusk. Grave here. Tomb there. Everything the way it should be. Except… Why is that mausoleums doors jarred open like that?
He slowly made his broken way over to the crypt. Aware that anything could be in its chamber she approached slowly with his lade drawn. He peered into the room but before he could get a good view of the place his head was filled with the shouts and cries of the Night Watch Guards.
Razputin quickly sprinted towards the main road that ran through Duskwood. As soon as he reached the path he could hear the sound of combat coming from the west. He knew exactly what it was and for a second he hesitated. He would have to face the creature again, he was sure of it. But this time he was sure he would not fail.
Razputin arrived on the scene to see the last of the Night Watch’s faithful men be thrown into a tree. He knew that was a fatal blow. He looked up at the creature known as Stitches and it peered back at him. He charged the creature with a demonic swiftness, and quickly began to slash away at Stitches massive body. He parried a blow from the ace and dodged a swing of the giant chain spike be swiftly jumping back away and putting more distance between him and the weapon. He quickly jumped back and overpowered a blow from one the of the monsters massive fists. Razputin received a cleave to his right shoulder from the axe of the creature. He knew he could only take so much and that even through his undead tirelessness he would have to end the fight quickly or be slain a second time.
He saw the chain coming back at him and quickly jumped to his left. But, he was not able to move the creature had grabbed onto his cloak. The massive chain slammed into his head and sent him flying a good 100 yards into the forest. Unable to keep a hold of his weapon or his lamp he flew through the air. He met the ground witch he slid into and caught himself. His helmet had been stricken off his head and his cloak torn to a shred. He picked himself up to a kneeling position. He un-hitched the cloak from his shoulders and it fell to the ground. He turned back to face the road only to see the outline of the large figure slowly making it’s way over to him.
Razputin caught sight of a discarded sword strewn to his left at the foot of a large tree; though old and worn it would be all he had. It was somewhat small for a two handed sword, maybe a dwarf’s weapon but that did not matter now. The sword had a skull at the clench and a large white crystal at the hilt. This would be his weapon of death. He slowly stood and turned to face the creature that would be on him any second. His soul burned with revenge and hate and the golden glow of his eyes burned with a silvery fire. He would defeat this monstrosity and he would not fail. Not a second time.
The creature lunged at him with his axe. With a quick twirl around and a slice Razputin retaliated and severed the hand of the creature, it would be one less weapon to worry about. Stitches gave out a shriek, not in pain but in anger as he heaved the large chain towards Razputin. Razputin swiftly rolled under the large creature’s massive body and avoided the blow from the chain. He tumbled back to his feet behind the creature and in a whirlwind of steel cut a large gash in the back of the abomination. The monster stumbled forward, then turned to face the meager undead. Razputin stared Stitches in the eye and gave a shout that rattled the creature so that it couldn’t seem to move. Razputin lurched forward and placed his foot on the chest of the monster, using the momentum eh heaved himself up to where he was above the creatures head. With a strike of fury he severed the creatures head from its body and landed to the ground only to hear the satisfaction of the monstrous body crumpling to the forest floor.
As he turned to see the body of Stitches he realized that he was engulfed in a white surrounding the only thing he could see was a mirror of his former self staring him in the eye. The mirage saluted him and then all was swept away with the sound of a raspy undead voice.
“Chum it is time.” It said.
He knew it was time, and that was his name, he was no longer Razputin he was Chum berserker of The Forsaken and a Calamity to all that opposed him. His former self had left him and he felt nothing but love for his people and what he would bring them. He would make them his new Duskwood and he would find his true calling amongst their ranks.
Chum turned to see the Undead who was accompanied by two others what appeared to be another undead with a mask and two daggers in his hands and a large troll shaman. He knew these three figures. The troll was The Witch Doctor Reanimator, the masked undead was Keisuke, and the undead wearing the robe was the mage known as Aurd. The three men were standing in front of a mage’s portal obviously ripped open for Chum’s safe passage to Undercity.
Chum nodded, “Yes… It really is time… But there is one thing I must do first.”
Duskwood is a fright filled place where the thick mists can hide the dagger of an assassin and the many shadows can conceal the most horrible of monstrosities. Within the Raven Hill Cemetery is a grave, in front of this grave is a sword stuck into the ground. In front of this sword lies a helm of a warrior and hanging from the sword is an ever glowing lantern. The tombstone reads: Sir Razputin Deothran 3rd, May he rest in peace.
May he rest in Peace.
May he rest…
“Yeah a killin”, Said the other grave robber as they both burst into laughter.
The two men had been digging through the night to uncover any buried belongings they could find but for some time had thus far come up short. But through tire and the will to go on they continued desecrating this hallowed ground with their shovels. Much is to be found within Raven Hill Cemetery, it is also a good spot for grave robbers because the Night Watch does not patrol the area as well as they used to because of the growing threat of undead.
The man spat as he leaned up against a tree,” All this digging is lookin kinda useless, we haven’t found a thing yet.”
The other man jabbed his shovel in the ground and faced the other man. “Just not our lucky night I guess.”
“I sometime—“, his words were cut short by the sounds of approaching foot-steps coming ever closer.
“No worries mate, prolly just Benjamin.”
“Yah.” sighed the other man.
The eerie glow of a lantern poured forth from the misty darkness that constantly made itself present in Duskwood. With a large sword in hand the figure limped towards the two men. This hunched over figure was no man, the glowing eyes made sure to denounce any sign of humanity this creature had. The eyes gave a bit of a flare of a defiant soul and hatred that the two men would soon know.
The figure quickly rushed into the first man that was leaning against the tree, his sword dug through the man’s belly and into the tree behind him. A bony hand reached out and clamped the shocked man’s throat using it as leverage to wrench the sword from the man’s body. The man slid into a seated position with the shock of death upon his face.
The second man cowered back crawling from the sight of his friend’s death. He scrambled to his feet and took off into the forest, but he did so too late he had be stricken hard enough to knock the man to the ground. The man rolled over to see the face of his assailant.
The man’s last sight was the remains of a reincarnated paladin and his blade.
Razputin sheathed his blade and reclaimed his lantern from where he has laid it before charging into the first man. He knew that in a way he had acted to harshly but that was the little bit of a paladin’s soul still in him. But as one of the forsaken he knows he had done the right thing and quailed those two men’s attempts to desecrate any more graves.
He scanned the graveyard with his glowing eyes that could easily see through the heavy dusk. Grave here. Tomb there. Everything the way it should be. Except… Why is that mausoleums doors jarred open like that?
He slowly made his broken way over to the crypt. Aware that anything could be in its chamber she approached slowly with his lade drawn. He peered into the room but before he could get a good view of the place his head was filled with the shouts and cries of the Night Watch Guards.
Razputin quickly sprinted towards the main road that ran through Duskwood. As soon as he reached the path he could hear the sound of combat coming from the west. He knew exactly what it was and for a second he hesitated. He would have to face the creature again, he was sure of it. But this time he was sure he would not fail.
Razputin arrived on the scene to see the last of the Night Watch’s faithful men be thrown into a tree. He knew that was a fatal blow. He looked up at the creature known as Stitches and it peered back at him. He charged the creature with a demonic swiftness, and quickly began to slash away at Stitches massive body. He parried a blow from the ace and dodged a swing of the giant chain spike be swiftly jumping back away and putting more distance between him and the weapon. He quickly jumped back and overpowered a blow from one the of the monsters massive fists. Razputin received a cleave to his right shoulder from the axe of the creature. He knew he could only take so much and that even through his undead tirelessness he would have to end the fight quickly or be slain a second time.
He saw the chain coming back at him and quickly jumped to his left. But, he was not able to move the creature had grabbed onto his cloak. The massive chain slammed into his head and sent him flying a good 100 yards into the forest. Unable to keep a hold of his weapon or his lamp he flew through the air. He met the ground witch he slid into and caught himself. His helmet had been stricken off his head and his cloak torn to a shred. He picked himself up to a kneeling position. He un-hitched the cloak from his shoulders and it fell to the ground. He turned back to face the road only to see the outline of the large figure slowly making it’s way over to him.
Razputin caught sight of a discarded sword strewn to his left at the foot of a large tree; though old and worn it would be all he had. It was somewhat small for a two handed sword, maybe a dwarf’s weapon but that did not matter now. The sword had a skull at the clench and a large white crystal at the hilt. This would be his weapon of death. He slowly stood and turned to face the creature that would be on him any second. His soul burned with revenge and hate and the golden glow of his eyes burned with a silvery fire. He would defeat this monstrosity and he would not fail. Not a second time.
The creature lunged at him with his axe. With a quick twirl around and a slice Razputin retaliated and severed the hand of the creature, it would be one less weapon to worry about. Stitches gave out a shriek, not in pain but in anger as he heaved the large chain towards Razputin. Razputin swiftly rolled under the large creature’s massive body and avoided the blow from the chain. He tumbled back to his feet behind the creature and in a whirlwind of steel cut a large gash in the back of the abomination. The monster stumbled forward, then turned to face the meager undead. Razputin stared Stitches in the eye and gave a shout that rattled the creature so that it couldn’t seem to move. Razputin lurched forward and placed his foot on the chest of the monster, using the momentum eh heaved himself up to where he was above the creatures head. With a strike of fury he severed the creatures head from its body and landed to the ground only to hear the satisfaction of the monstrous body crumpling to the forest floor.
As he turned to see the body of Stitches he realized that he was engulfed in a white surrounding the only thing he could see was a mirror of his former self staring him in the eye. The mirage saluted him and then all was swept away with the sound of a raspy undead voice.
“Chum it is time.” It said.
He knew it was time, and that was his name, he was no longer Razputin he was Chum berserker of The Forsaken and a Calamity to all that opposed him. His former self had left him and he felt nothing but love for his people and what he would bring them. He would make them his new Duskwood and he would find his true calling amongst their ranks.
Chum turned to see the Undead who was accompanied by two others what appeared to be another undead with a mask and two daggers in his hands and a large troll shaman. He knew these three figures. The troll was The Witch Doctor Reanimator, the masked undead was Keisuke, and the undead wearing the robe was the mage known as Aurd. The three men were standing in front of a mage’s portal obviously ripped open for Chum’s safe passage to Undercity.
Chum nodded, “Yes… It really is time… But there is one thing I must do first.”
Duskwood is a fright filled place where the thick mists can hide the dagger of an assassin and the many shadows can conceal the most horrible of monstrosities. Within the Raven Hill Cemetery is a grave, in front of this grave is a sword stuck into the ground. In front of this sword lies a helm of a warrior and hanging from the sword is an ever glowing lantern. The tombstone reads: Sir Razputin Deothran 3rd, May he rest in peace.
May he rest in Peace.
May he rest…