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> Valor Resurrecting, Descent into Madness
Kawaii Seoul
 Posted: Mar 16 2015, 12:50 AM
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Prologue: Descent into Madness
October 1349, Florence
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It amazes even me the state of which this world is in. What was once a bustling mosaic of art and knowledge has since become a den of depravity, debauchery, and brutality. I quickly walk through these dirty streets, littered with scat, filth, and corpses. The ones that are still alive are twisted to the point of no longer resembling humans. Nor behaving like so. They look at me expectantly, with great curiosity, though for now, they are either too dazed or famished to react to my presence. They know something is off. That I must watch these people cling onto their pitiful excuse of life... It is only a matter of time before they realize who I am, and savagely turn on me. I shudder at the thought, the chills resonating with the flow of my heavy cloak. My anxiety rises. I quicken my steps. I must hurry and find my master’s agent, before the horde collapses on me.

The agent I am seeking is a man by the name of Averardo de Medici, who like me and most everyone else in these forsaken streets, will be covered in a heavy and worn cloak. However, he will be wearing silver cross earrings whose light will be visible through his hood’s visage for my identification, so that we may commence in our master’s business. Likewise, I too am wearing the same set of earrings. I was told that he would be near an old abandoned bookstore by the name of “Die Buch,” curiously owned by a German family before the plague drove them out of the country. There in the horizon, I finally see the store. It’s rummaged and looks as though it’s gone through a barbarian pillaging, yet the store’s proud name still stands. Beside the store’s broken door I see a cloaked figure, standing confidently with his back to the wall. Though his face is hidden through the same hood I’ve doned, I catch a shimmer from where his ears should be. This man must be Medici. I catch his face contort into a wicked smile. He must know that I’m the one who has come to take our master’s request. I make my way to the man with utmost possible haste, but I must still watch my pace as to not draw the attention of the dying rabble on these streets. By the time I’ve reached him, his hand went and reached for my back, pulling me close. His mouth is by my ear, and I can feel his putrid breath tickle it. It is awkward, but I understand that it is so we are in whispering distance of one another, so as to keep the information we are about to share confidential.

“You must be the Houjou mistress,” he whispers. I notice that his teeth are shining brightly through the hood, and that his canines are unusually sharp.

“H-Houjou? Wait, how do you know that? The master gave his word that he would tell no one. What-“ I respond in what others would call a “fit.”

“Do not panic, young one. Your master has not gone back on his word. But in my line of work, it is important to keep tabs on everyone I’ll be involved with.”

“T-then who is supplying this information…?”

“That’s not important, milady. What’s important is the job, yes?”

“…Of course. I will find who has given you this information on my own time. Now, give me the task.”

“I have taken care of a certain lady for the sole purpose of handing custody onto you. She seeks passage into the Mediterranean, to investigate the origin of the Plague. It will be your task to see her through Emilia-Romagna into Venice, and find her safe passage to Constantinople…”

“I understand. And where is this lady?”

“She will meet with us shortly. I have kept her somewhere safe, but I will signal for her right awa-,” the man I assumed to be Medici was suddenly cut off by a shout in the distance, and a clash of steel approaching our way.

“Unhand her!” I hear in the distance. Five cloaked figures, all armed and brandishing their blades, come charging our way. The one leading the way, a gallant man from just his disposition, throws away his cloak to reveal a handsome black haired figure, clod in chain mail and plate armor. He is wearing 2 vivid silver cross earrings. “I don’t know what that monster has been telling you, but I am Averardo de Medici! The four behind me are the master’s newest disciples, here to assist you in seeing your task complete!” Hearing his plea, I look at the man who has gripped me once again. Then, it hit me. His teeth. His ears. The light that shone from his direction earlier came not from the earrings, but from bones protruding from his body! This man is not human.

I watch his twisted smile distort into a demonic frown, and before I let him strike me down in a most vulnerable position, I quickly kick my leg forward and swing my freed right hand at the arm that had immobilized me. These are trying times. It was good to always have a spare blade. I witness blue blood gush out as I increase my distance from the cloaked monster.

“So this is what it comes to, Medicine Man,” the angered monster spoke. “A pity, here I was offering you a chance to save this pitiful thing called humanity. To quell the Plague at its roots. And this is your response? Very well, I’ve no more use for you. Any of you.” The monster spoke ominously, as he raised his hand into the air. The rabble began assembling to his call. “Come, my pets. These fools will lead to your salvation! Feast on their bones, and transcend with their flesh inside you!” At his beckon, the dying masses began to swarm us, baring their teeth and nails. They became nothing better than hungry animals, and in the confusion the monster began to run. Ten, twenty, thirty? There were too many to count, and as time passed more joined their hunt. The blood from the wound I cut earlier still dripped from the monster, and made his escape route obvious, but nonetheless it would be difficult to follow him with the horde after our flesh.

“Assist me, disciples of our master!” I shout to the four coming my way. “Follow that monster, and cut down anyone or anything that gets in your way! Go, now! We will properly introduce ourselves after!”

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I run down the street in pursuit of the monster as a multitude of the plague ravaged horde starts to somewhat clumsily swarm after us. The blood trail left by the monster is starting fade out, but we still have a visual sighting of our quarry.
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Shaquisha dashed over to Dominic(sorry if spelled wrong) and tapped on his shoulder while whispering seductively in his ear," If yo' keep actin' like this you'll get yo'self killed. Why dont yo' let a strong independent woman take care of yo' instead." The smell of lemons then filled the air as she activated her seductive lemon powers on him and hoisted hik onto her shoulder and dashed behind a pillar that was bordering the area just outside of view leaving what happened next to the imagination other than the sounds of shackles being pulled out and strange noises being made.

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 Posted: Mar 29 2015, 11:39 PM
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"Tch. I hate close confrontations," one of the cloaked figure muttered under his breath. His voice was gentle and subtle, almost drowned by the moans and roars of the monstrous corpses, and yet clear as crystal. He would usually prefer to simply retreat from such skirmishes, but it seemed to him that he had no choice in the matter. Disadvantages be damned, he had his orders - and by God he would accomplish them all. As his two companions rushed forward, he too took out his weapon.

"By the Lord's name, be still and know true silence," he whispered a prayer as an English longbow appeared in his left hand while an arrow in his right, seemingly from out of no where. With great confidence, he nocked the arrow and drew the string. The bow curved almost into a crescent, and he aimed at the demon-like being trying to escape, and the arrow took flight in great speed as it zoomed into its quarry. But before it could reach its target, one of the oozing corpses suddenly threw itself in its way, and the arrow struck directly into its head. "Damn it," he cursed as he was preparing to nock another arrow, but he realized that there were too many obstructions in the for him to get a clean shot.

Perhaps, it was time to go directly into the fray. Without eschewing his favoured weapon, once again he nocked his arrow, drew his string and let loose another shot within several seconds as he moved towards his target as swiftly as possible. Another arrow dug itself into another monster's head. When one of the monsters threw itself in his way trying to grab him, he simply side-stepped away and continue down the street. Time was of the essence, and he would hunt the demon down.

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I should help stop that THING...
I trace a cross in the air in front of me. It makes me feel a little safer, but not by much.

Now to join in the fight. I run forward, turning into mist to get closer to the beast. I steel myself and wait. I will cut off its escape from behind it.


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 Posted: Apr 6 2015, 05:17 AM
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(Averardo de Medici)

You'd expect that the new disciples would be a little more adept at dealing with the Others, especially given their access to miracles. Running to avoid confrontations was always their first reaction to us, and so I'd almost always planned something for that, be there interruptions or not. Alas, I did not expect that the Mistress the Medicine Man had sent would be intercepted by the Other itself, and even more surprisingly not be harmed at all. Perhaps it had attempted to seduce her into the darkness, or perhaps to simply deceive her from her real objective. Regardless, that the Mistress is kept safe is the first priority, and that we stop the Other our second. Alas, the Mistress thought different; her first command was to off the beast with little concern for her own well-being. Had she forgotten her own significance, or that of the disciples?

Regardless, I would not let her behave rashly. The best course of action right now would be to secure the Mistress, while allowing the new disciples to handle the Other. Should they fail, then they would prove themselves unworthy of serving the Medicine Man. Their success is of little merit to our overall cause, with exception to their own survival. Either way, my main objective will be complete, and I will be one step closer to the truth.

I run to the Mistress and swiftly take her hand, to bring her to safety. Though the masses swarm us, their priority is to protect their master, and so with or without her consent, I begin to drag the Mistress to safety, away from the influence of the Other. There is some resistance, but one look into her eyes and she understood; the Other was not our priority.

I signal to the disciples to continue their work; the undead masses are being put to the sleep they so deserved by arrows of justice, while another valorous servant makes full use of her miracle to swiftly glide past the mob. She gains on the Other almost instantly, and brandishes her blade as if to challenge it. With the Englishman shooting down the horde one by one, I may come to witness what may very well be a fair duel between two powerful adversaries, had I not known better about the Others. Alas, whether they survive or not was not my concern. My concern was the safety of the Mistress. And so, I take my eyes off the battle and quickly escape with the Mistress. Should the disciples survive, they will know where to find me; we've already arranged to meet the underground passage of the Marketplace's North-East end. Be it that they survive or not, another escort was already prepared for the Lady and the Mistress to the heart of the Plague.

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A warrior coagulates in front of me, blade in hand and bloodlust in essence. I know very well that whoever it was behind the cloak, would be formidable. For me, at the very least. Alas, I notice that the figure is not typical of a man; perhaps it was a woman. Were that the case, then may charm my succeed. I take off my hood and reveal myself to the woman.

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"Why do you pursue me with such fervent hate, as if I were the scourge of this world? I seek nothing but the salvation of your pitiful kind, and yet you seek my death. I bring nothing but the Truth, and the way to the Truth," I tell the woman. "Perhaps you won't listen to reason; if that is the case, won't you at least listen to me?" I suggest to her. Of course, a barbarian like her wouldn't understand lest I use some of my power, and so I bring forth my powers of captivation to tempt her to the side of truth. I can feel power surging through me as our eyes connect, and when a great red glow radiated past her cloak to match me, I knew she was mine. "I am the Demon of Truth, and I seek nothing more but to shed the light of knowledge onto the unknown darkness. Then. if you do so understand, do not turn on me. Instead, turn on those who would obstruct the path to salvation, and bring upon them death that is justice to mankind's traitors," I command to the woman, and with that her bloodlust is no longer directed at me. Rather, it is directed at the archer who was indiscriminately shooting down others of his kind. With that, my minions can focus solely on the archer. It would be my priority to escape now, but such magic requires my proximity to the target; she will no longer be captivated by me should I attempt to escape, and so I must stay my ground, if only for a short while until the Maiden learns of my predicament.

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