12-27-2015, 11:16 AM
Ballad kept his grip tight on the bark of the tree, his digits digging into it as he looked down towards the ground. He was barely more than eight feet above the dry ground, so even if he fell from his rather precarious position, he wouldn't suffer major wounds. Sighing, he lifted his left hand up towards a nearby branch, applying pressure to it before continuing his climb up the tree.
He was back in his signature field. It was totally empty except for a single tree in the middle. The tree was significantly smaller than any other tree in the forest, being the only place that could house any kind of outside light. Here, it was moonlight, and the silver rays illuminated his field. The tree had plenty of big and small branches, with Ballad's favorite being a big one that stretched out into the field, hanging over it as if to watch it with its omnipotent eyes. The field was surrounded by a single circle of long, arid blades of grass, which Ballad had taken advantage of. He had got through by pulling apart two patches of it, creating an entrance before booby-trapping it. He was very certain, MORE than certain, that whomever passed through would be incinerated.
Ballad reached out towards the edge of the long limb, lifting himself over the edge of it before taking a seat down on the tree. He had been there for more than a few days, contemplating on his situation. He had been looking at it from all possible angles, possibilities, and any other bits of info that could help him out here. It had involved a lot of swearing, muttering, and punching trees, but he figured it out.
"Can't believe Camelot would have the gall to send assassins at me." Ballad groaned to himself, crossing his arms against his chest similar to a brooding teenager. "I'm fairly certain I could call them out on it and prove its illegal. I mean, what the hell happened? Was there an emergency session in their court of law to vote on whether or not we should kill off anyone who didn't like our country?! Fuck, man..."
Ballad sighed, bringing his hands up to his bumpy, green face. He had been through so much shit in this place that he was considering just leaving. Anywhere else was better than here. Being hunted by crazy psychopaths while the country blamed HIM for THEIR misdeeds. He saw the bounty board on the Dataverse during his temporary stay in his safe house. He didn't MEAN to hurt any civilians, but he guessed him accidentally killing a few people was all he needed to do to be labelled a "terrorist" and a "dangerous individual." Although, he could account for the latter, seeing as he pretty much WAS. With a revolver that could be used as an explosive, a pickaxe, a pistol up his sleeve, and a flamethrower, hell yeah he'd be dangerous. But it should be common sense that if you are being attacked, then lethal force is authorized and you should be allowed to go nuts. He shouldn't HAVE to change to suit the needs of the country when the COUNTRY was the one fucking things up.
That's it. No more pretending. Ballad mused, bringing his scarf up to his eyes, wrapping it around them like a blindfold. I'll get some rest first, THEN I'll leave. I've had enough of this place.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the cool air of Camelot as he started to fall asleep.
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Like Fire
Hellfire
Hellfire
Dark Fire
Screams erupted from the plains around the tree as Ballad awoke from his slumber. The screams reignited him as the darkness was struck by the color of bright orange and fiery red. He was under attack.
His green clothes seemed to absorb the colors as he pushed his back off of the tree, looking around the field. Fire had overtaken the dry grass, and smoke had poured into the forest. Thankfully, the fire was only consuming the areas Ballad had marked, leaving his tree and the area surrounding it safe.
But the others.... whoever ignited it.. they weren't so lucky.
Ballad's yellow eyes reflected the chroma as he leaped down onto the floor, grunting as he landed. His coat shone sterling as it combined with the fresh orange light. He had never seen fire like this take so much before... except back home. He quickly brushed the thought out of his mind. This was nothing he couldn't handle. All he needed to do was wait out the fire. Even if it got close, he could always summon a water bucket or something and douse the flames.
Suddenly, an arrow buried itself into the ground, directly to the left of his feet. Screams turned into commands as a familiar voice rang out.
"Someone get us a way inside! He's in there!"
"GOD DAMMIT!" Ballad shouted, sprinting back towards the tree, sliding himself behind it as more arrows flew into the ground. Cut grass and dirt kicked up as they imbedded themselves indiscriminately into tree and earth. Ballad stuffed his hand into his jacket, twirling his revolver in his hand before working the hammer, readying himself for an assault.
Two gunshots rang out from the tree, each with a muzzle flash followed by the ricochet of the bullet impacting a nearby tree. He couldn't possibly see his attackers past the glow of the fire. He was blind, and it brought a cold sweat down his head.
The gunfire was answered in turn by the raining of crossbow bolts and arrows, continuing its onslaught. Ballad gripped the sides of his tree as they slammed into the ground. He already knew what it was like to get hit by one of those things, and it was very, very unpleasant.
More and more fell down into the field, nearly covering the area with the projectiles. Ballad knew he couldn't hold out for long. Not with this much fire coming his way. He needed to escape, but he was surrounded by the hazard he had created.
How the hell am I going to get out of this?
The arsonist looked around, finding no real exit to utilize. Staring at the flames surrounding him, he frowned, nodding to himself in reassurance. Then, without warning, he roared, charging towards the flames. He hopped upwards, the flames licking his clothes as he landed on the other side. His coat lit up, the fire going up to his back even as his pants and boots caught fire as well. Ballad shrieked, dropping down to the ground before rolling around. His leggings were defused, albeit at the cost part of them, as well as all the other flames on his clothes. Wasting little time and ignoring the pain, he continued running, abandoning his once safe and prosperous abode.
He was back in his signature field. It was totally empty except for a single tree in the middle. The tree was significantly smaller than any other tree in the forest, being the only place that could house any kind of outside light. Here, it was moonlight, and the silver rays illuminated his field. The tree had plenty of big and small branches, with Ballad's favorite being a big one that stretched out into the field, hanging over it as if to watch it with its omnipotent eyes. The field was surrounded by a single circle of long, arid blades of grass, which Ballad had taken advantage of. He had got through by pulling apart two patches of it, creating an entrance before booby-trapping it. He was very certain, MORE than certain, that whomever passed through would be incinerated.
Ballad reached out towards the edge of the long limb, lifting himself over the edge of it before taking a seat down on the tree. He had been there for more than a few days, contemplating on his situation. He had been looking at it from all possible angles, possibilities, and any other bits of info that could help him out here. It had involved a lot of swearing, muttering, and punching trees, but he figured it out.
"Can't believe Camelot would have the gall to send assassins at me." Ballad groaned to himself, crossing his arms against his chest similar to a brooding teenager. "I'm fairly certain I could call them out on it and prove its illegal. I mean, what the hell happened? Was there an emergency session in their court of law to vote on whether or not we should kill off anyone who didn't like our country?! Fuck, man..."
Ballad sighed, bringing his hands up to his bumpy, green face. He had been through so much shit in this place that he was considering just leaving. Anywhere else was better than here. Being hunted by crazy psychopaths while the country blamed HIM for THEIR misdeeds. He saw the bounty board on the Dataverse during his temporary stay in his safe house. He didn't MEAN to hurt any civilians, but he guessed him accidentally killing a few people was all he needed to do to be labelled a "terrorist" and a "dangerous individual." Although, he could account for the latter, seeing as he pretty much WAS. With a revolver that could be used as an explosive, a pickaxe, a pistol up his sleeve, and a flamethrower, hell yeah he'd be dangerous. But it should be common sense that if you are being attacked, then lethal force is authorized and you should be allowed to go nuts. He shouldn't HAVE to change to suit the needs of the country when the COUNTRY was the one fucking things up.
That's it. No more pretending. Ballad mused, bringing his scarf up to his eyes, wrapping it around them like a blindfold. I'll get some rest first, THEN I'll leave. I've had enough of this place.
He closed his eyes, breathing in the cool air of Camelot as he started to fall asleep.
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Like Fire
Hellfire
Hellfire
Dark Fire
Screams erupted from the plains around the tree as Ballad awoke from his slumber. The screams reignited him as the darkness was struck by the color of bright orange and fiery red. He was under attack.
His green clothes seemed to absorb the colors as he pushed his back off of the tree, looking around the field. Fire had overtaken the dry grass, and smoke had poured into the forest. Thankfully, the fire was only consuming the areas Ballad had marked, leaving his tree and the area surrounding it safe.
But the others.... whoever ignited it.. they weren't so lucky.
Ballad's yellow eyes reflected the chroma as he leaped down onto the floor, grunting as he landed. His coat shone sterling as it combined with the fresh orange light. He had never seen fire like this take so much before... except back home. He quickly brushed the thought out of his mind. This was nothing he couldn't handle. All he needed to do was wait out the fire. Even if it got close, he could always summon a water bucket or something and douse the flames.
Suddenly, an arrow buried itself into the ground, directly to the left of his feet. Screams turned into commands as a familiar voice rang out.
"Someone get us a way inside! He's in there!"
"GOD DAMMIT!" Ballad shouted, sprinting back towards the tree, sliding himself behind it as more arrows flew into the ground. Cut grass and dirt kicked up as they imbedded themselves indiscriminately into tree and earth. Ballad stuffed his hand into his jacket, twirling his revolver in his hand before working the hammer, readying himself for an assault.
Two gunshots rang out from the tree, each with a muzzle flash followed by the ricochet of the bullet impacting a nearby tree. He couldn't possibly see his attackers past the glow of the fire. He was blind, and it brought a cold sweat down his head.
The gunfire was answered in turn by the raining of crossbow bolts and arrows, continuing its onslaught. Ballad gripped the sides of his tree as they slammed into the ground. He already knew what it was like to get hit by one of those things, and it was very, very unpleasant.
More and more fell down into the field, nearly covering the area with the projectiles. Ballad knew he couldn't hold out for long. Not with this much fire coming his way. He needed to escape, but he was surrounded by the hazard he had created.
How the hell am I going to get out of this?
The arsonist looked around, finding no real exit to utilize. Staring at the flames surrounding him, he frowned, nodding to himself in reassurance. Then, without warning, he roared, charging towards the flames. He hopped upwards, the flames licking his clothes as he landed on the other side. His coat lit up, the fire going up to his back even as his pants and boots caught fire as well. Ballad shrieked, dropping down to the ground before rolling around. His leggings were defused, albeit at the cost part of them, as well as all the other flames on his clothes. Wasting little time and ignoring the pain, he continued running, abandoning his once safe and prosperous abode.
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