RP- The Shroud descends

Frost whirled around, brandishing his sword, "Ella! What the hell are you doing here?" Suddenly a flickering version of Lark appeared, "greetings, it's Lark, I'm being projected from the spirit world by… Is that Light?"

 

"Yep."

 

A wind breezes through the forest taking lights satchel from his body spilling all its contents on the ground. Their being a strange sword hilt,The letter,small tools for black smithing, and a journal about the journey hes had with his friends.

 

"What's this?"
Ugos picked up the strange sword piece.
"What ever did he need this for?"

 

Ella reached down and picked up the letter. "He left us a note," She said, reading it aloud.

Spoiler

Hello guys, When your going to read this i'll be gone. I want you all to know you were the best people i ever met in my whole life and i wish i could of done more for you. Ugos, you were a great friend orcs can normally be pretty foul and mean but your a nice guy and i felt as if we could of been brother if we got closer. Lark wherever you are, even though we fight'd and i punched in the face twice we were good friends and i wish that i could of been more use to you. Ella you were like my little sister who i barley knew but felt i needed to protect more than anything.. Take care. Aspathe when i first laid my eyes on you i fell in love your beauty was stunning, jaw dropping. I wish i could of gotten close to you i'm sorry we never got to talk or even take a chance to fight together. Raven... My little bro if you were here i'd pat your head and try to teach you the things i know. You were like a little brother to me we were together since the beginning thank you for letting a total stranger become such a good friend of yours. Truly, Lovingly..Guys take care. - Light

 

Frost felt rather uneasy, he didn't know what they were talking about. " Ah, how have you two been doing? I'm sorry about that stuff before, I'm going to think about a way to try and revive him. I'll ask the spirit dealer what to do, until then… goodbye…" Lark faded away once more. "Well," Frost declared, "I'm off to reason with my kin." Frost walked off, quite bewildered at the whole ordeal.

 

Once again a Saurian fell before Aspathe. She thrusted her staff, aiming for between the eyes but the finely honed reflexes of the beast in front of her granted him the speed to deflect the blow. Sometime before, Aspathe had made an adjustment to her weapon. It now sported a lethal looking blade sticking out at each end of the staff. It is this that she now uses to deal the final blow. All the dinosaur felt was a burning pain in his neck before it all when black. Strange runes once invisible glowed white at the detached soul, before fading once again. Two of the weaker Orcs (in comparison with its kiln, all orcs are naturally strong) carried the slain Saurian back to the Orc village where it would be butchered. Wiping the staff with a cloth, she fell back, watching the battle hungry warriors surge forward, eager to take her place.

"How is it going?" she asked one.
"We've almost captured one third of the town." one replied, grinning from ear to ear. He rushed forward, anticipating the fight.
A fighter was being carried by another, deep claw marks bleeding heavily easily visible on his chest. Water flew from a nearby barrel, gathered itself on the surprised Orc and glowed golden. The warrior was unscathed.
"Now you can carry yourself!" exclaimed the helper, dropping the healed Orc on the hard ground.
"See? You're okay!" he added, patting the fallen Orc roughly on the back, hampering any attempt to get back on his feet.
Aspathe smiled at the scene, taking a sip from her canteen.

 

Frost was running from a group of orcs, he was nearly at the Saurian's secret base. His instinct told him to hide, so he did, blending into a blue bush, the orcs had lost site of him, and searched around a small lake. He waited for the time to strike, then grabbed a rock, smashing it against the orc closest to the pool's head, it knocked him unconscious, and he fell face first into the water, sure to drown. The orcs turned around, but couldn't see him, little did they know he was hiding in the pond, he floated under the dead orc's body so they couldn't see him, he then burst out of the water, his sword clashing with one of the orc's.

He grappled with the sword, but he was no match for an orc, he was sent sprawling to the ground, the orc gave a guffaw, glad with his victory and the chance of more food for the feast. Frost knew he had to act fast if he didn't want to end up on a plate at the next feast, the guffaw suddenly changed to a surprised wheeze, the orc fell over, stone dead, with a dart in his neck. Frost turned to see wild Saurians, not aligned with the warring Saurians, but simple guardians of the forest. They threw spears at the remaining ones, impaling them, Frost quickly entered a hole, which was the secret passageway.

He arrived in the halls, to see a half dead Orc hanging from the wall, with a sign stating, in his language, "This is what happens, to those who side with the scumridden orcs." The orc moaned for help, but Frost remembered what the orcs had done to them, and walked on. What he saw next chilled him to the bone, a box of orc brains labelled, "Animal Food" he walked into the next room, there was a big dining hall, with most of the food comprising of: Orc eyes, Orc feet, Orc heads and Orc hearts, he saw Saurian's cheering as an Orc was shoved into a cage with a raging Bakosaur, the Orc couldn't meet face to face with it.

The Orc ran to the edge of the cage, trying frantically to free himself, but the Bakosaur charged at him, its horns piercing his chest, the Saurians laughed and clapped. He entered the next room, and only just dodged a dead orc that went flying towards him, he walked up to the Zealot. "Great Zealot! We must end this war with the orcs! It has gone far enough, we're losing too many men!" The Zealot disagreed, and then stated that, if he wanted it to happen, then he would have to kill him in single combat. Frost hurriedly accepted, and then realised what he had said... he was doomed.

Frost entered the arena, and braced himself for the fight. He dodged the first swing of the Zealot's sword, but wasn't so lucky with the second, he went flying, a considerable scar formed across his face. He dodged the next one, slashing the Zealot on the arm, making him drop his shield, Frost got a nasty bite from the rows of teeth that the Zealot bared. Then, a spear pierced the Zealot's chest, it roared in confusion, two wild Saurians dropping down and opening a cage gate, where a huge creature lurked. The Zealot kneeled, and Frost blasted him into the cage, and the sound of flesh ripping away from bone resounded around the arena.

When it was all done, Frost had a peace treaty signed, he would deliver it to the Orc chieftain, and hope that the response would be good. He ran swiftly back to the cave, to wait for the others.
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//Bump? :D

 

Aspathe kills more Saurians. Happy?

 

//;_;

 

Frost could see a woman, striking down Saurians with every thrust of her staff, he was infuriated at this slaughter. He bared his claws and raced along the ground, in a second he was in front of her, masked by a dust cloud. "Why do you assault my kin?" Frost questioned the lady.

 

Aspathe didn't speak. Instead, she chose to let her actions do the talking swinging her staff at the blue Saurian.

 

Frost saw the staff fly out of the fog, his reptilian reflexes saved him from being decapitated, but it still sent him sprawling to the ground. Frost grabbed his sword and was about to fight back, when he paused... "Did... you happen to know someone called Lark?"

 

Aspathe's eyes narrowed. She rested the blade of her staff on his neck.
"What about him?"

 

"He's dead... He needs help with asking this Death for bringing someone else back to life, he said look for a woman with a staff..." Frost pulled Lark's skull out of his bag.

 

"You killed him!"
Aspathe's staff ascended, in preparation for it's downward plunge.

 

"What no! You've got it all wrong! He died as this darkness thing took him over! ", he flipped backwards, the other Saurians surrounded Aspathe. Frost gestured for them to back away...

 

..But they didn't. After all, why should battle hardened Saurians listen to a teenager? Aspathe thrusted at a green warrior. He dodged to the side, and so the killing blow she had hoped for turned into an arm wound.

 

Frost tackled the nearest Saurian, in an attempt to get him to stop, but was viciously thrown off. "Come on, get away! I can talk to my kind, stall them for a couple of seconds, but harm any of them, and I'll let them rip you too shreds."

Frost turned to them, addressing them in a pleading matter. He released a series of complex hisses and snaps, they turned their head for a moment, Frost turned his head to Aspathe, "are you running? Or dying? Better make up your mind..."