Post by Kallagh the Coffinmaker on Jan 25, 2009 0:17:16 GMT -5
Name: Kallagh
Age: Mid-to-Late 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alliance: None
Homeland: None
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 12 Stone
Build: Toned
Skin Color: Light Tan
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Other Features: Faded scar over right eye; neck
Weapon of Choice: Any
Personality: Random
History:
*****WARNING*****LONG READ*****WARNING*****
"We used to be a simple carpenter. Working with Aiden, we made cabinets for the village and toys for the children. And oh! How they loved to play. We can still remember them. They would giggle and laugh; spinning their tops and snapping their clickers. Our memories of them playing tag in the wagon path are still as vivid as the day they happened. They made us smile. They made our work light and our heart happy. The joy seemed to last forever.
But we know now that nothing lasts. Sap turns brittle and cracks. Joints decay and fail. And that, too, goes for happiness...
We never heard them advance... They came out of the tree line. They had a rage and hatred in their eyes that we will not forget. They were human, yet fought like beasts untamed. Screams... we can still hear them. The screams of the men in the fields... screams of mercy... of begging...
And then... nothing... No sound. No cries. Nothing.
By this time the village was on alert. We ran out with Aiden to find the cause of alarm. No sooner had we stepped out the door when we saw women and children running past us in a wild herd. They were running toward the Great Hall... to protection. Turning our attention to the outskirts of town we saw the wrath and anger of our attackers cut through our countryside. Outlying houses across the horizon set a fire. Screams... still the screams...
... We grabbed the axe from the wood pile while Aiden rallied the rest of the masses scurrying the the stronghold; all-the-while calling for his daughter, Sasha. We met Aiden at the doors of the Hall and instructed those inside to bar the doors and window.
We can still hear Sasha cry for her dad... seeing her try so terribly to grasp her father's hand as the doors closed...
We waited with the rest of those left to defend our village. Circling the Hall, we were to make our stand. It was nay a minute before the savages were upon our numbers, though it felt like an eternity. Seeing them fight... we've never witnessed such brutality. They carried simple weapons, yet fought with a style only seen in the wild. They were men, but not human... They were animals, but not beasts... And we were afraid...
What was amazing to us, and terrifying, was not only the way they fought; but their size in numbers. So much destruction by so few. We only counted two dozen... How can this happen? They bested our numbers easily two-to-one, but we would stand. We would stay to protect those left...
The fight was one we will not forget... yet do not want to remember. They broke through the line violently. Rushing the Hall, they swung their arms; slashing and piercing the flesh of those who stood before them. Skin was carved from bone as if ripped by claws... the blood... it sprayed our face... we could taste it. We killed one that was distracted... Gods... it was feeding... they were feeding...
We called for Aiden... to tell him of the horrors we had seen... the carnage of these demons. We called... we called... we fought... no reply. We circled around the building to find him. We looked... then we heard... Aiden. His voice was muffled. Then we saw... They found a way inside! We followed Aiden inside the Hall to stop them from consuming our friends. Aiden was swinging a hatched madly through the group. We came from behind and killed another... still more would come... The children screaming... the lifeless bodies laying that no more than an hour before were dancing and singing in the village... the cries of the terrified...
We killed the few that made it in the Hall, but we couldn't save all the inhabitants inside. So much death...
...When it was finally over we were one of a few left standing. Aiden's arm was badly bitten during a struggle. Something keeps stinging in our eyes... we're bleeding... from where? The beasts were gone or dead. We start to look around the outside of the Hall... blood trails leading away from the building... where are some of the bodies?
That day we stopped making cabinets. So much lost... So much crying and sobbing... so much silence. We found what bodies, or pieces, we could after the attack stopped. Men... women... children... lifeless. Flesh torn from bone... Our mind went numb... we couldn't feel the stinging in our eyes... we couldn't hear the crying... We started to measure... and cut... and hammer. We stopped building cabinets... we started making coffins.
... Aiden says he's worried about us. He says we're not the same. He says he can hear us talking to no one. But we're fine. We're fine...
...Our memories of the children playing are still as vivid as the day they happened. They made us smile. They made our work light and our heart happy. The joy seemed to last forever. And in our mind it will...
Age: Mid-to-Late 20's
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Alliance: None
Homeland: None
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 12 Stone
Build: Toned
Skin Color: Light Tan
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Other Features: Faded scar over right eye; neck
Weapon of Choice: Any
Personality: Random
History:
*****WARNING*****LONG READ*****WARNING*****
"We used to be a simple carpenter. Working with Aiden, we made cabinets for the village and toys for the children. And oh! How they loved to play. We can still remember them. They would giggle and laugh; spinning their tops and snapping their clickers. Our memories of them playing tag in the wagon path are still as vivid as the day they happened. They made us smile. They made our work light and our heart happy. The joy seemed to last forever.
But we know now that nothing lasts. Sap turns brittle and cracks. Joints decay and fail. And that, too, goes for happiness...
We never heard them advance... They came out of the tree line. They had a rage and hatred in their eyes that we will not forget. They were human, yet fought like beasts untamed. Screams... we can still hear them. The screams of the men in the fields... screams of mercy... of begging...
And then... nothing... No sound. No cries. Nothing.
By this time the village was on alert. We ran out with Aiden to find the cause of alarm. No sooner had we stepped out the door when we saw women and children running past us in a wild herd. They were running toward the Great Hall... to protection. Turning our attention to the outskirts of town we saw the wrath and anger of our attackers cut through our countryside. Outlying houses across the horizon set a fire. Screams... still the screams...
... We grabbed the axe from the wood pile while Aiden rallied the rest of the masses scurrying the the stronghold; all-the-while calling for his daughter, Sasha. We met Aiden at the doors of the Hall and instructed those inside to bar the doors and window.
We can still hear Sasha cry for her dad... seeing her try so terribly to grasp her father's hand as the doors closed...
We waited with the rest of those left to defend our village. Circling the Hall, we were to make our stand. It was nay a minute before the savages were upon our numbers, though it felt like an eternity. Seeing them fight... we've never witnessed such brutality. They carried simple weapons, yet fought with a style only seen in the wild. They were men, but not human... They were animals, but not beasts... And we were afraid...
What was amazing to us, and terrifying, was not only the way they fought; but their size in numbers. So much destruction by so few. We only counted two dozen... How can this happen? They bested our numbers easily two-to-one, but we would stand. We would stay to protect those left...
The fight was one we will not forget... yet do not want to remember. They broke through the line violently. Rushing the Hall, they swung their arms; slashing and piercing the flesh of those who stood before them. Skin was carved from bone as if ripped by claws... the blood... it sprayed our face... we could taste it. We killed one that was distracted... Gods... it was feeding... they were feeding...
We called for Aiden... to tell him of the horrors we had seen... the carnage of these demons. We called... we called... we fought... no reply. We circled around the building to find him. We looked... then we heard... Aiden. His voice was muffled. Then we saw... They found a way inside! We followed Aiden inside the Hall to stop them from consuming our friends. Aiden was swinging a hatched madly through the group. We came from behind and killed another... still more would come... The children screaming... the lifeless bodies laying that no more than an hour before were dancing and singing in the village... the cries of the terrified...
We killed the few that made it in the Hall, but we couldn't save all the inhabitants inside. So much death...
...When it was finally over we were one of a few left standing. Aiden's arm was badly bitten during a struggle. Something keeps stinging in our eyes... we're bleeding... from where? The beasts were gone or dead. We start to look around the outside of the Hall... blood trails leading away from the building... where are some of the bodies?
That day we stopped making cabinets. So much lost... So much crying and sobbing... so much silence. We found what bodies, or pieces, we could after the attack stopped. Men... women... children... lifeless. Flesh torn from bone... Our mind went numb... we couldn't feel the stinging in our eyes... we couldn't hear the crying... We started to measure... and cut... and hammer. We stopped building cabinets... we started making coffins.
... Aiden says he's worried about us. He says we're not the same. He says he can hear us talking to no one. But we're fine. We're fine...
...Our memories of the children playing are still as vivid as the day they happened. They made us smile. They made our work light and our heart happy. The joy seemed to last forever. And in our mind it will...