RP- The Shroud descends

Lark struggled back up, to see the owner of those two feet, he looked like a ragged tough, bandit crime boss. "So boney, what's your business around here," "what's it to you?" Lark said in a curios, yet bitter tone. "Ah, you're one of those uneasy guys? You look like you've had your fair share of good and bad work, how about do a bit of neutral?"

"I guess so, what's in it for me?" Lark replied, "well, I've noticed you're missing an arm, And you know what they say, if you don't have a limb, replace it, make it more stabby and reattach it. You also seem to be missing some money, I could replace that."

"Seems like a good deal, what do you want me to do? I can kill somone, sabotage, steal , control, you name it." "Well, there is a thing that angered me, its name is Gorthor, a vile leader of beastmen, with a spear named Impaler, he is fighting over Oskrin with his horde. The battle is between his warherd and some Goblins, be there, kill him, get in and get out."

Lark took it all in, he knew the location of Oskrin, just to the east of this cave, he had a new right arm, it was just like his old one, except covered in spikes, same for his foot. He grabbed his hidden knife thrower and his hatchet, not forgetting his bow and dagger and started to leave. "I'll be back before Gorthor's army realises he's dead... boss."

Lark continued outside, looking up at the cliff where the battle still rung, steel on bone and leather, "you can't just go without your companions, after all they've helped you with," a voice in his head complained." "They were my companions, I don't need them anymore! It was all probably a misunderstanding, but it's for the better, I don't need extra weight slowing me down, I'm an assassin, they work alone." "Listen to your feelings, not your thoughts," the voice urged back. "I DON'T NEED THEM! THEY REPLACED ME! THEY'RE GONE!"He yelled.

He could see the outlines of Ella and Ugos, he looked longingly towards them for one last time, but shook it off and continued on his way, he would arrive there very soon.

 

"Ella..Ugos.." Light says Quietly while walking with them.

 

"What is it?"

 

Light looks at his Left arm and sighs. "Nothing.. nevermind"

 

Lark approached the beastmen herd, jumping out of the way of the club smash of a Cygor, a large one eyed, goat headed, giant. He planned lightning fast attacks, but was deterred from reaching Gorthor because of a pack of sword armed Rachzigors.

The battle for Oskrin had already raged for three days and three nights, in the blood filled gutters and the smoking huts the goblins called homes. Spider Chief Ghezo withdrew into his larger and more defendable hut, while the rest of Oskrin was set alight with fire to deny the Beastmen their prize.

The Beastmen were on the verge of victory, they had managed to breach the defenses, and Gorthor himself walked up alone, Impaler striking down goblins with every step. Ghezo rode out on his giant spider, the last goblin, to fight, Gorthor simply charged. He drove his foot into the creature's heart and pierced the skull of its master with a thrust from Impaler.

Gorthor bellowed his victory, as if daring someone else to challenge him, and someone did, and that someone was Lark. Lark called out Gorthor to a duel, and Gorthor accepts with an animal howl. The duel rages, Lark piercing Gorthor's arm with an arrow, and Lark seems to be holding his own. But then Lark gets too close and Impaler strikes true, lifting Lark into the air, but then Lark dissolves. The Lark was just a shadow copy of him, Gorthor turned around to see Lark holding his hatchet, "sorry," Lark said victoriously, "but I don't play by the rules."

Gorthor tried to attack but was met with a brutal chop down the head and into his brain from Lark's hatchet, Gorthor fell over, and Lark released an animal roar of dominance, and the Beastmen fell back. He would return to the Bandit Boss for another task.

 

"I better get there faster." Raven said. He then boosted off. He approached a cliff and jumped off from it. After falling for a few seconds, he grabbed onto a rock pillar then pulled himself foward. He wall jumped off of other several pillars. He leaped over pits, blasted through different landshapes and flew through the sky. He had finally reached his destination. Surprisingly, it was dead silent and it looked as if it was raided. all the houses were charred, it gave off a scent that Raven had never smelled in his life.

He then investigated the houses. Still no one to be found. "Where could everyone be...?" Raven thought to himself. The houses were quite a mess. He exited and found a cave blocked by a boulder. He pushed it aside and looked in the cave. He slowly walked in.

 

Lark arrived back at the cave, he saw Raven walking into the cave, he snuck up behind him, and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Raven, what are you doing."

 

"Whoa! You startled me there, Lark." Raven said. "Anyway, there's something weird about this cave... I want to investigate."

 

"Sorry, in there is where I get my new work from. The others left me, so I got a new line of work as a multi-purpose assassin, the base is just in there."

 

"Oh, okay then." Raven said. He then spots a temple and dashes to it.

 

"Raven wait! You're the only person I have left, don't go! Well, can you at least tell me if you're going to leave?"

 

//AEGIS!? IDIOT! xD

 

Lark entered the cave once more, "Ok boss, Gorthor's dead," The Bandit handed over a largish sack of money. "Ok, what you have to do next, is steal The Sword of Holy Vengeance from the Sanctum of Righteousness." "Can't be too hard," Lark set out for the Sanctum of Righteousness.

 

//where he found soulrealm... xD

 

//:p
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//Hello? Is this dead? O_O

 

//Not really.
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Light continues to walk with Ugos and Ella, when he suddenly gets a massive headache and hears the voice again... He grabs his head and screams while standing in place -Oh....Well..your with ur friends again... lets kill them hmm?..... It'll be fun......- "Nooo" Light screams at the top of his lungs while jolting off into the opposite direction they were walking in.

 

"What!? Come back, lad! It's too dangerous for ye!"
He realised his friend was too fast, and cursed.

 

Lark arrived at the Sanctum of Righteousness, he wanted to kill as few people as possible. He snuck past the front guards, not wanting to make a scene, so he scaled the wall.


He looked up at the top to see it was bordered with spikes, there was no silent or easy way to get over. He could see a window with a guard looking out of it, he scaled towards it, but as he was about 5 metres away, the brick he was positioned on started to crumble. The noise caused the guard to look out, but he didn't see Lark, so he shrugged and went back to his duty, unbeknownst to the guard, Lark was hanging off a plant on a ledge.

He continued to edge towards the unaware guard, before he reached his hand through the window, throttled the guard and threw him out the window. He quietly made his way through the castle, he peered through a crack in the ground into the next room.

There was about 10 guards standing and talking next to a large shelf with various very heavy items, Lark assessed the situation and decided that there was no easy way to take them on. It would be suicide charging in there, so he placed his dagger in the crack, charged up some dark energy, and sent the dagger launching. The dagger whistled through the air, knocking out one of the shelf's legs and crushing all of the guards.

 

The dinosaur was big. Really big. Legs as large as tree trunks demolished anything that go in its way. Splinters flew as another pine was knocked down. As it bent his neck to eat any greenery still intact, a brave or foolish Orc ran up and swung his axe into the fleshy green body. Even though all of the blade cut into its body, it did as much damage as a papercut. However, the dinosaur certainly felt it. It roared, spinning around. The Orc, in the middle of retrieving his weapon, was thrown through the air. The axe still remained lodged into the creature.

 

Lark opened the door to the room, and walked over to the cabinet which held the sword, he tried to crack the lock, but it was too well made. "Well, no time to be subtle nowadays, eh?" Lark broke the glass with the hilt, but a loud ring, shot through the whole castle. A group of guards ran in, followed by the warden, "you tried to steal the Sword of Holy Vengeance?" "Guilty as charged…" Lark replied, snapping into Lord Skorge, tendrils shooting out choking guards.

Multiple fists sprung out of the Lord, punching and jabbing the Warden. The Warden jumped for the sword, a tendril catching him by the leg, but a guard tossed it to him. The sword of Holy Vengeance was aptly named, for as the very tip touched Lord Skorge he disintegrated with a burst of light.

"There goes my front tooth… again." Lark sputtered, as he was kicked and the Warden walked away. "Hey! Get back here! We're not finished! That's just my arm, I've got another o- Oof! Lark was cut short by a kick to the face, and his arm was tossed back to him. He managed to grab the sword, but he lost hold of it and they both fell out of the castle. Lark saw the Warden peer over the edge, so the Warden was met with a fatal arrow to the face.

Lark spun around and dug his ax into the castle, saving him just before he smashed on the ground. He began the journey back, looking at his suddenly bluntened ax with distaste, "that's worth a couple of hours on a rock."

//Lark was always a bit "unhinged"… But now, he's becoming more and more insane, more dangerous to the people himself and everyone around him. He's sure to go completely ape shit at some point. :p