01-27-2018, 01:13 AM
Early in the morning, a scream rang out in the small town. It was silenced by the loud sound of a revolver. A bounty hunter had arrived. And he had just taken out his first target. This one was simple. Petty crimes in the Dunes. Apparently tried to run away here and start a new life. Didn't realise that he couldn't escape. In the Omniverse, things followed. The bounty hunter knew.
*
Gaston woke up in a bed with his shirt off, and bandages covering where he had burns. He tore them off with a grunt. The wounds were gone, as he expected. His healing power was working wonderfully. However he had gotten it. When he looked over to the other side of the room, he saw that was not the case for Iolrath. The elf was lying in bed, groaning.
"You're up. We got the girl to spill some info. Where the funeral is gonna be. We just killed her. We're doing the ambush soon." The elf's speech was occasionally interrupted by coughing or groans. Those fireballs were worse than they seemed.
"Good. It'll be nice to take out those rats."
"Ha! I see you're already in the Sylran spirit!"
"Well, it's obvious that the Doomcleavers are a bunch of fools who can't fight. You were the obvious decision for a manly man like me!" A complete lie. But with every lie Iolrath became more enthralled. More trusting of Gaston. So he'd never suspect it was Gaston who betrayed him. Never suspect that it was his friend and partner who would leak secrets to the Doomcleavers. At least, that was the plan.
"So, you got any uh, thing you gotta do?"
"I do not. As long as all my weapons are summoned in time, I will be an unstoppable force of destruction!"
"Very nice."
"I'm going to go to scope out the town a bit more. See if there's anything I can use to my-our advantage."
"Be my guest. I'll uh, just lie here. May have to sit this ambush out."
Gaston didn't pay attention at all. He was preoccupied with his thoughts of how he'd get information.
*
The bounty hunter walked into the saloon. The sunlight revealed him as wrapped all around in cloth, thick gloves covering his hand and a bandanna on his face. His eyes were shrouded by sunglasses. He walked up to the counter.
"Did you see anyone suspicious come through here? Anyone with some reputation?" His voice was cold and distant, with a slight ringing to it. The bartender laughed.
"Just about everybody in this town has a reputation, buddy. If you're looking for work you're better off asking someone with business in chaos. I just sell whiskey."
"Alright." The bounty hunter began walking out, but was stopped by a nearby woman.
"If you want work, come with the Sylran's. We won't make you a member, given your occupation, but we'll pay you to take people out."
"How can you tell my occupation?"
"With an outfit like that, you aren't exactly inconspicuous. Now, you want the work or not?"
"Yes. Of course."
*
"So the Doomcleavers-they're recruiting?" Gaston was speaking in a seedy bar. A sauhagin floated across from him in a shallow pool, its scales reflecting what little light there was.
"Oh, I don't know, I haven't heard." Gaston sighed and flipped him a golden coin. "Good. Yes, I have heard they're losing numbers recently. Looking to fill the ranks back up.
"Good. And they'll take anyone?" The fish-beast stared at him blankly. "Damn it," Gaston muttered. He tossed another coin at him.
"Yes. They're desperate enough to even take a meathead like you."
"Why-you mongrel!" Gaston threw his ale mug at the beast, but it ran into a back room. Gaston chased him, but saw only a hatch leading into a narrow and deep pool of water. No way he could fit in there. He walked away, defeated. Next time he saw that monster, he'd kill it! It demanded his money for barely any info, and insulted him! Him! The great Gaston! He walked back to the Sylran meeting place, anger fuming inside him.
*
"Good, you're here." A man spoke almost immediately as Gaston walked back in. "We were almost going to start without you."
"Well, that would've been a mistake!"
"Ha! Sure, yeah. Now, that's everybody."
"Yep. So, the current plan is this," Iolrath spoke hunched over a table, breathing somewhat heavily. "Gaston, Phaendar, Blankdr, you get in the coffins and wait until we distract the enemies. The rest of us will be running in and drawing the Doomcleavers attention so you can jump out of the coffins and kill them. Got it?" Everyone nodded. "Good. I'll be staying here, but I trust you all to uphold the plan." He glanced at Gaston as he said that. Gaston grinned back at him, and the group began walking to a large field. They arrived within minutes, a goblin waiting there.
"You boys better not get caught. And more importantly-you better not blame me. I'll deny it all."
"Shut it Grimbo. We're gonna smoke em," a young looking elf with red hair said.
"Heh! Either way, I get paid. Just saying, don't drag me down with you!" Gaston scowled at the goblin, connecting that it was the one who had forced him to get measured. The group walked over to the coffins. There were five, and each one of the group who was getting into them took one. They pried the lids off, immediately faced with a dillema.
"What the hell are we doing with the bodies?" The red-haired elf said, glancing at Gaston and then to an older, silver-haired elf who was also standing by a coffin.
"I can dispose of them. Bring them to me," Gaston said.
"You? I bet you're gonna burn them, or some dumb shit."
"I would not be so foolish! Watch!" Gaston touched the body in his own coffin. It was grotesque, somewhat burnt in spots and dried up. He focused and converted the body into pure, raw Omnilium. He pulled it out, pushing it into his body. He gained a somewhat bright glow with the Omnilium intake.
"Oh. Well, um- I guess do that to ours." Gaston complied, sneering at the elf. He then squeezed into the coffin, his broad shoulders barely fitting. The other elves re-attached the coffin tops, and Gaston began a long period of waiting.
*
The bounty hunter stood on the top of a church with a sniper rifle, puffing on a cigar. He would wait for his target. It was a tall Pandaran, somewhat fat. Wouldn't be hard to spot in the large crowd of mostly elves. Poor sap was married to an idiot, and she had failed to pay a debt to the Doomcleavers. They were generous to her before, but she was warned of the consequences. Death of a loved one would sway her. He stood waiting for a while, until finally he saw the Pandaran at a fruit stand. One swift shot to the head did it, and he fell onto the ground, his happy-go-lucky grin contorted into a limp grimace.
"Hey!" Someone screamed up at the bounty hunter. "Hey, I see him!" A man pulled out a glove to produce energy and began firing pellets at the bounty hunter. The bounty hunter jumped away from his perch, pulling a pistol from his belt. He fired back at them, grazing their arm. They continued firing, and he did likewise, until finally the pellet collided with his back as his bullet hit their chest. He fell onto the ground, and pulled himself up quickly. Not good. He'd need to learn how to evade attacks better. But it was done. He began heading back to the Doomcleaver he was hired to, ready to receive payment.
*
Gaston's coffin was moved now, arranged in a circle with the others. Gaston sat and waited, holding his blunderbuss against his chest. An elf was outside, reading funeral rites. Thanking the divine ones for their friends, the times they spent, and their honourable deaths. She was interrupted by an explosion, as the other Sylrans threw bombs at the funeral. A panic broke out, and Gaston sat up, breaking through the coffin. He fired with his blunderbuss, piercing one persons chest. Two seconds, and another shot, killing another Doomcleaver. One final shot took out a fleeing Argonian, and his magazine was emptied. He flung the gun at an elf, hitting them in the head. He pulled out his bow and arrow, firing as rapidly as he could at the crowd. One elf shot a crossbow at him, piercing his chest but only going a few inches deep. He left it in, not wanting to deal with blood loss. Gaston then charged, pulling out his knife and putting away the bow. He jabbed into the elf with a crossbow, hitting them in the chest and causing them to fall over. The burly man ran at an elf, attempting a new tactic. He put them in a choke-hold, then jumped as high as he could, maneouvering his body above the elf's.They slammed into the ground, snapping the elf's spine and causing a cracking sound in Gaston's side. He winced but was able to keep going. Looking around, he realised all the Doomcleavers were either dead or gone. They had won! All, of course, due to Gaston.
*
Gaston woke up in a bed with his shirt off, and bandages covering where he had burns. He tore them off with a grunt. The wounds were gone, as he expected. His healing power was working wonderfully. However he had gotten it. When he looked over to the other side of the room, he saw that was not the case for Iolrath. The elf was lying in bed, groaning.
"You're up. We got the girl to spill some info. Where the funeral is gonna be. We just killed her. We're doing the ambush soon." The elf's speech was occasionally interrupted by coughing or groans. Those fireballs were worse than they seemed.
"Good. It'll be nice to take out those rats."
"Ha! I see you're already in the Sylran spirit!"
"Well, it's obvious that the Doomcleavers are a bunch of fools who can't fight. You were the obvious decision for a manly man like me!" A complete lie. But with every lie Iolrath became more enthralled. More trusting of Gaston. So he'd never suspect it was Gaston who betrayed him. Never suspect that it was his friend and partner who would leak secrets to the Doomcleavers. At least, that was the plan.
"So, you got any uh, thing you gotta do?"
"I do not. As long as all my weapons are summoned in time, I will be an unstoppable force of destruction!"
"Very nice."
"I'm going to go to scope out the town a bit more. See if there's anything I can use to my-our advantage."
"Be my guest. I'll uh, just lie here. May have to sit this ambush out."
Gaston didn't pay attention at all. He was preoccupied with his thoughts of how he'd get information.
*
The bounty hunter walked into the saloon. The sunlight revealed him as wrapped all around in cloth, thick gloves covering his hand and a bandanna on his face. His eyes were shrouded by sunglasses. He walked up to the counter.
"Did you see anyone suspicious come through here? Anyone with some reputation?" His voice was cold and distant, with a slight ringing to it. The bartender laughed.
"Just about everybody in this town has a reputation, buddy. If you're looking for work you're better off asking someone with business in chaos. I just sell whiskey."
"Alright." The bounty hunter began walking out, but was stopped by a nearby woman.
"If you want work, come with the Sylran's. We won't make you a member, given your occupation, but we'll pay you to take people out."
"How can you tell my occupation?"
"With an outfit like that, you aren't exactly inconspicuous. Now, you want the work or not?"
"Yes. Of course."
*
"So the Doomcleavers-they're recruiting?" Gaston was speaking in a seedy bar. A sauhagin floated across from him in a shallow pool, its scales reflecting what little light there was.
"Oh, I don't know, I haven't heard." Gaston sighed and flipped him a golden coin. "Good. Yes, I have heard they're losing numbers recently. Looking to fill the ranks back up.
"Good. And they'll take anyone?" The fish-beast stared at him blankly. "Damn it," Gaston muttered. He tossed another coin at him.
"Yes. They're desperate enough to even take a meathead like you."
"Why-you mongrel!" Gaston threw his ale mug at the beast, but it ran into a back room. Gaston chased him, but saw only a hatch leading into a narrow and deep pool of water. No way he could fit in there. He walked away, defeated. Next time he saw that monster, he'd kill it! It demanded his money for barely any info, and insulted him! Him! The great Gaston! He walked back to the Sylran meeting place, anger fuming inside him.
*
"Good, you're here." A man spoke almost immediately as Gaston walked back in. "We were almost going to start without you."
"Well, that would've been a mistake!"
"Ha! Sure, yeah. Now, that's everybody."
"Yep. So, the current plan is this," Iolrath spoke hunched over a table, breathing somewhat heavily. "Gaston, Phaendar, Blankdr, you get in the coffins and wait until we distract the enemies. The rest of us will be running in and drawing the Doomcleavers attention so you can jump out of the coffins and kill them. Got it?" Everyone nodded. "Good. I'll be staying here, but I trust you all to uphold the plan." He glanced at Gaston as he said that. Gaston grinned back at him, and the group began walking to a large field. They arrived within minutes, a goblin waiting there.
"You boys better not get caught. And more importantly-you better not blame me. I'll deny it all."
"Shut it Grimbo. We're gonna smoke em," a young looking elf with red hair said.
"Heh! Either way, I get paid. Just saying, don't drag me down with you!" Gaston scowled at the goblin, connecting that it was the one who had forced him to get measured. The group walked over to the coffins. There were five, and each one of the group who was getting into them took one. They pried the lids off, immediately faced with a dillema.
"What the hell are we doing with the bodies?" The red-haired elf said, glancing at Gaston and then to an older, silver-haired elf who was also standing by a coffin.
"I can dispose of them. Bring them to me," Gaston said.
"You? I bet you're gonna burn them, or some dumb shit."
"I would not be so foolish! Watch!" Gaston touched the body in his own coffin. It was grotesque, somewhat burnt in spots and dried up. He focused and converted the body into pure, raw Omnilium. He pulled it out, pushing it into his body. He gained a somewhat bright glow with the Omnilium intake.
"Oh. Well, um- I guess do that to ours." Gaston complied, sneering at the elf. He then squeezed into the coffin, his broad shoulders barely fitting. The other elves re-attached the coffin tops, and Gaston began a long period of waiting.
*
The bounty hunter stood on the top of a church with a sniper rifle, puffing on a cigar. He would wait for his target. It was a tall Pandaran, somewhat fat. Wouldn't be hard to spot in the large crowd of mostly elves. Poor sap was married to an idiot, and she had failed to pay a debt to the Doomcleavers. They were generous to her before, but she was warned of the consequences. Death of a loved one would sway her. He stood waiting for a while, until finally he saw the Pandaran at a fruit stand. One swift shot to the head did it, and he fell onto the ground, his happy-go-lucky grin contorted into a limp grimace.
"Hey!" Someone screamed up at the bounty hunter. "Hey, I see him!" A man pulled out a glove to produce energy and began firing pellets at the bounty hunter. The bounty hunter jumped away from his perch, pulling a pistol from his belt. He fired back at them, grazing their arm. They continued firing, and he did likewise, until finally the pellet collided with his back as his bullet hit their chest. He fell onto the ground, and pulled himself up quickly. Not good. He'd need to learn how to evade attacks better. But it was done. He began heading back to the Doomcleaver he was hired to, ready to receive payment.
*
Gaston's coffin was moved now, arranged in a circle with the others. Gaston sat and waited, holding his blunderbuss against his chest. An elf was outside, reading funeral rites. Thanking the divine ones for their friends, the times they spent, and their honourable deaths. She was interrupted by an explosion, as the other Sylrans threw bombs at the funeral. A panic broke out, and Gaston sat up, breaking through the coffin. He fired with his blunderbuss, piercing one persons chest. Two seconds, and another shot, killing another Doomcleaver. One final shot took out a fleeing Argonian, and his magazine was emptied. He flung the gun at an elf, hitting them in the head. He pulled out his bow and arrow, firing as rapidly as he could at the crowd. One elf shot a crossbow at him, piercing his chest but only going a few inches deep. He left it in, not wanting to deal with blood loss. Gaston then charged, pulling out his knife and putting away the bow. He jabbed into the elf with a crossbow, hitting them in the chest and causing them to fall over. The burly man ran at an elf, attempting a new tactic. He put them in a choke-hold, then jumped as high as he could, maneouvering his body above the elf's.They slammed into the ground, snapping the elf's spine and causing a cracking sound in Gaston's side. He winced but was able to keep going. Looking around, he realised all the Doomcleavers were either dead or gone. They had won! All, of course, due to Gaston.