06-09-2017, 05:03 PM
The first few steps were the hardest. It felt like the weight in his gut gravitated towards the corpse of his fallen brother. A trembling hand retrieved a scroll from his leather jacket. The Boar-Pitt symbol on his right breast, as well as most of the jacket as a whole, was covered in the blood of two of its members.
Deon unfurled the magic paper, watching as the text arranged itself in neat little boxes. The wizards of the floating isle really knew their stuff. Each time he saw the drifting words it gave him an eerie sensation. He used his finger on the scroll to tap a section of text. The letters all scatter, swirling about before rearranging into new words, as if the entire page had changed. It was hard to believe this thing was really connected to the Dataverse.
As he walked, he slid his finger across the page, writing with no ink onto the magic parchment. A smudge of blood was left along with the words, a reminder of the horrors he had just witnessed.
Boss. Leo and Ban are dead. I'm following a lead, I think whoever did it took Joric with them to the Endless Dunes.
It would take some time before one of the guys checks the message. Deon rolled the scroll back up and tucked it into his blood stained coat. The swift pace he took was not quite a jog; he did not want to be winded if he caught up to the murderer.
"Oh no..." He had not even been walking ten minutes when he saw another pool of blood centered around a third corpse. This one was definitely larger than the others... more rotund. "Joric.." With a hastened speed, Deon moved in to examine the corpse.
There were shallow cuts, one along the lower back, the other across the back of the neck. Deon's brow furrowed. "Joric..." He placed a hand on the large man's shoulder. "Joric." Deon sighed. He gave the body a solid shake. "JORIC!"
"Huh?! I'm up!" The rotund man jolted awake. It was a struggle to turn his head with his spine seemingly severed. When he caught sight of Deon, his eyes widened. "L-Leo!"
The hope that washed into his chest faded when the man he looked upon shook his head with a deep scowl. "Leo's dead..." He hated to see the hope drain from the wounded man. "I'm guessing whoever cut you and Ban down was new... His cuts were lethal for normal folk."
Joric was not exactly unique, but among ordinary humans he was tough. He rolled over and slowly sat up, the slashes upon his back no longer bleeding. "Yea... but if I didn't play dead, he would've killed me... He has eyes like a demon!"
While Joric yammered, Deon was retrieving the scroll from his jacket again. "Set up a bounty... Dead or alive, I want his head."
Deon unfurled the magic paper, watching as the text arranged itself in neat little boxes. The wizards of the floating isle really knew their stuff. Each time he saw the drifting words it gave him an eerie sensation. He used his finger on the scroll to tap a section of text. The letters all scatter, swirling about before rearranging into new words, as if the entire page had changed. It was hard to believe this thing was really connected to the Dataverse.
As he walked, he slid his finger across the page, writing with no ink onto the magic parchment. A smudge of blood was left along with the words, a reminder of the horrors he had just witnessed.
Boss. Leo and Ban are dead. I'm following a lead, I think whoever did it took Joric with them to the Endless Dunes.
It would take some time before one of the guys checks the message. Deon rolled the scroll back up and tucked it into his blood stained coat. The swift pace he took was not quite a jog; he did not want to be winded if he caught up to the murderer.
"Oh no..." He had not even been walking ten minutes when he saw another pool of blood centered around a third corpse. This one was definitely larger than the others... more rotund. "Joric.." With a hastened speed, Deon moved in to examine the corpse.
There were shallow cuts, one along the lower back, the other across the back of the neck. Deon's brow furrowed. "Joric..." He placed a hand on the large man's shoulder. "Joric." Deon sighed. He gave the body a solid shake. "JORIC!"
"Huh?! I'm up!" The rotund man jolted awake. It was a struggle to turn his head with his spine seemingly severed. When he caught sight of Deon, his eyes widened. "L-Leo!"
The hope that washed into his chest faded when the man he looked upon shook his head with a deep scowl. "Leo's dead..." He hated to see the hope drain from the wounded man. "I'm guessing whoever cut you and Ban down was new... His cuts were lethal for normal folk."
Joric was not exactly unique, but among ordinary humans he was tough. He rolled over and slowly sat up, the slashes upon his back no longer bleeding. "Yea... but if I didn't play dead, he would've killed me... He has eyes like a demon!"
While Joric yammered, Deon was retrieving the scroll from his jacket again. "Set up a bounty... Dead or alive, I want his head."