Trapped part 2

Posted in Selnier and the Frozen Wasteland on February 29, 2012 by cdickens97

After fighting for what felt like hours, Selnier had finally slain the beings.

“Death reapers….”, he mumbled to himself as he watched the bodies burst into black and purple flames. He placed his hood back upon his head, once again hiding his face behind the shadows. He turned towards her and then turned to the east. “Don’t follow…”, he said in a quiet tone as he headed into the ice.

That girl is strange but if I escape from here I will have to thank her somehow. He thought this as he hacked his way through several Death Reapers and a frost corpse trio. The thought of the dead bodies of warriors who are frozen solid could attack slightly worried Selnier and it showed by how uneven his footsteps became. Everything blurred as he raced through the white demon he was trapped within, searching only for the ruins that Crystal mentioned before they parted ways.

“He lives in the palace under the ice. The only way to get there would be to travel to and get through the Ruins of Goran. They are located east from here, in the heart of this frozen wasteland, but beware for as you get closer to the ruins you will find many dangers and ruthless beasts who want nothing more than to consume your flesh.”

Selnier stopped abruptly as he broke the seemingly endless chain of frost and came to a large clearing. He stood without movement as he gazed at the massive structure which loomed above him. The stone was worn from time and it was covered in moss and vines. Most interesting to him was that the temple-like structure hadn’t a single flake of snow or ice of any sort on it. He stood a few moments more and then ran to the entrance of the temple.

This is it. These must be the Ruins of Goran. Finally, I can leave this place. He thought to himself as he entered the shadowy abyss that lay before him.

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A Grey Wig

Posted in The Challenge on October 19, 2011 by cdickens97

A dark night, and its stormy like in one of those old detective movies from long ago. A light smoke seeps under the crack of the door. A voice is heard and a silhouette is seen through the tinted glass, throwing what looks like a chair to a desk. “Who do you think you are?! I bust my ass to get this money and you say that some chump named Grey Wig has your end?” Silence is fills the room but just as suddenly breaks, “I don’t care Johnson! You get that money back and show this Grey Hat that no one messes with Luigi Lorenzetti!”

The figure sits in a large chair and pulls out a handgun. Shots were fired towards the wall and he exits the room. Silence fills the walls again as a single sheet of paper falls from the oak desk.

It reads: Luigi, I want my money within three days after the eve of the Harvest Moon. If it isn’t in my possession by then, there will be…problems if you catch my drift. Three days after the eve of the Harvest Moon.

The Lamp and The Shade

Posted in The Challenge on October 19, 2011 by cdickens97

Sirens wailed down the streets of a small city in southern Italy. Several police vehicles had already been parked in front of a blue home right outside of the downtown area. An officer jumped out of his car and drew his gun and placed it to his side as he ran to the house. Several other officers were posted outside the door and one kicked it in. They all rushed inside with their guns at the ready.

The house was a bloodbath. A young couple laid butchered on the couch in the family room, the man having many stab wounds to the chest and head, and the woman having been stabbed many times in the stomach and her throat cut. Upstairs they found a little boy drowned in a bathtub with a knife in his back and the dog’s head beside him. From the bathroom a trail of blood led to a back room and in it the found a room full of lamps. Oddly, every lamp in that room had been turned on and on the back wall a large arrow pointing down had a small table with a slip of paper on it.

The paper read: Grey Wig sent me, or us, however you wish to look at it. These people were merely…an exercise, a simple routine to keep my skill in this business at a maximum. Grey Wig doesn’t like the police and neither do I. In fact, we have something very special for the police officers of this “beautiful” city. I’m starving so I am off to find a delicious meal. We shall meet one day soon I’m sure, your friendly neighborhood Shade Cult.

                The officer who read the paper phoned the chief immediately and rushed back to the station to file the report

Why Does the Wind Blow?

Posted in The Challenge on October 19, 2011 by cdickens97

It’s been several weeks since The Shade Cult killed those people in the outskirts. Police have scanned the streets hundreds upon thousands of times and they have found no traces of either The Shade Cult or the notorious Grey Wig. Civilians have been urged to stay off the streets and away from dark alleys, as well as had a curfew placed for 8 pm.  All children are required to be inside a home and behind locked doors within an hour of curfew. Officials have called in an investigator to handle the matter and bring these criminals to justice.

“Mario Stravinsky! I haven’t seen you in nearly seven years. They called a stick in the mud like you to handle this? Ha! Well at least they know talent when they see it”, Luigi said from his side of the large oak desk as he extended his hand over a coffee mug to shake Mario’s hand. Mario shook it firmly and glanced out the window.

Rain poured heavily against the glass and several cars rushed passed. A man in a dark coat ran into a bar across the street. Mario looked to the other side of the room and a light flashed. An image of a demented zombie-like clown was in the corner. Mario shot up while pulling out a 9mm handgun and Luigi gave him a confused look.

“What is it, old chap? See a ghost?” Luigi asked jokingly.

Mario rubbed his eyes and looked back at the corner. There was nothing there except an old file cabinet and a fax machine. Mario fell back into his chair and sighed,”I thought I saw her again Luigi. I thought I saw The Jester!”

Luigi stood and got Mario a glass of red wine. He poured himself a glass and sat down. “Mario, The Jester has been dead for three years now. You shot her point blank between the eyes, with that very gun I might add! The Jester is gone. I know she made a huge mess but it’s over now. Do you think that your wife would want you to stay in this constant state of grieving?” Luigi said as he pointed to a large portrait of Stravinsky with his arms wrapped around a beautiful blonde haired woman in blue jeans and a pink top.

Luigi then turned on a fan to let the air circulate. The breeze hit Mario gently and he cracked a slight smile. “I guess that answers the question. Why the wind blows? It brings new hope, but enough on that. We need to-”

Just then Mario’s phone rang. He answered and stood up quickly. “Really? I’ll be there in twenty!” He hung up the phone and turned to Luigi,”We just got a lead. I’ll give you all the info, and we will move from there”

Luigi nodded and Mario Stravinsky rushed out the door.

Selnier Vs. Termina 3

Posted in Arena Battles on January 5, 2011 by cdickens97

As the flash dimmed and revealed the now destroyed battlefield, Selnier and the warrior were locked in a clash of swords. The warrior had his electric blade pressed against Selnier’s black katana and was pushing his weight down against Selnier. The warrior had some sort of mechanical advantage as he was putting more and force into the push with each passing second. Selnier closed his eyes and continued to push, though the trembling that his arms were now doing signified that he was indeed getting weary and could not hold up much longer.

As more strength was placed into the clash, Selnier thought quickly and brought the tip of his blade towards the ground which caused the warrior’s blade to drive into the dirt which allowed Selnier to bring his sword up and around for a counter slash before the warrior would have time to recover his sword and retaliate. Selnier’s sword connected and tore through the warrior’s armor and ripped out many wires and spilled tons of blood. The warrior fell and vanished for when you die in the arena you are sent back to the world and time in which you came.

Selnier turned around and faced Termina once more, who was now emitting a dark purple black aura and his sword was a shining black and red. Selnier snarled as he swung his sword and sent out a huge black wave of energy at Termina. Termina walked forward into the blast as it charged directly into him. The impact left a blinding flash and when it was over, Termina was standing with his arms at his side and didn’t have a single scratch.

Selnier got a serious look on his face when he saw him in the cloud of dust. Exactly what is this kid? Selnier thought this to himself as he began to channel the light and darkness within his heart into a single sword. The black katana suddenly grew a second blade beside the first one, only this time the blade was a silver so bright it was blinding to any eye that has darkness within the host. His coat got a darker shade of black and the hood vanished revealing Selnier’s face. His eyes were now silver and his skin ghostly with silver hair running just beyond  shoulder length resembling a beautiful spirit.

A look of anger formed on his face. “This kid…”, Selnier said to himself as the new blade became complete. He warped behind Termina and slashed at his back. Termina dashed forward as the slash began to dodge and turned around laughing. This laugh was not a laugh of humor but more a laugh of ridicule as Termina turned his sword to the side and showed that is was covered in blood. Selnier looked down to find that he had been impaled  and slashed by Termina’s sword several times throughout his body.

(To be continued in Selnier Vs. Termina IV)

Trapped

Posted in Selnier and the Frozen Wasteland on December 20, 2010 by cdickens97

“It has been four days since I saw her”, Selnier said to himself as he hopped over a frozen creek just a few miles south of the cabin. The temperature had dropped several degrees in the past few days and even the ice was slowly gaining a second coat. All of the trees were now encased in crystal and were blinding from the rays above. Several creatures lay dead in the banks of snow. Most were torn open or apart, though were now frozen from being in the open for so long.

Selnier stopped in front of a large corpse that lay torn to shreds. He walked around to examine what he could, but all he could make out was its head. It had large pointed ears, a large skull, and by the small chunk of skin left it had light fur. This is most certainly a Snow Zshar, but, what creature has the strength, speed, agility, and intellect to take down this beast in its own territory? Selnier thought these things to himself as he cautiously traveled deeper into the ice.

Several miles into the cold, a sharp wind began to blow and a shrill laugh pierced the wind as the maiden appeared before Selnier once more. This time her hair was a shining blue along with her eyes, her skin pale, and her dress had become a darker shade of blue. Selnier was starting to channel the darkness to form his black katana when he noticed that she did not have her weapon with her.

“Who are you exactly?” Selnier asked. “What is this place? How is it that a Snow Zshar was killed in this weather when they are at their most powerful here. The only thing more powerful in the cold than a Snow Zshar is either an insanely skilled warrior or a Ragnarok and I have my doubts about the former.”

The maiden sighed and looked to the sky. “This place…it’s a curse. This entire forest is a prison built to kill off the weak, trap the strong, and eliminate the dangerous. There is no way out for once you come close to the edge you will be warped back to the first cabin you stepped in without you ever realizing it. My name is Crystal, last of the warriors of Korgranth”, she said as she chuckled a bit. “Funny I know as this entire place is covered in ice. Seriously though, this place is crawling with Death Reapers all under the command of a man who calls himself The Lord of Frozen Flames.”

Selnier’s hood flew off and his long silver hair danced in the freezing wind. He shot a glare at her and his eyes glowed a deep red as he used the darkness in his soul to melt the snow around them and put up a small barrier to protect them. “Where does this Lord reside?”

Crystal looked at him and pointed down. “He lives in the palace under the ice. The only way to get there would be to travel to and get through the Ruins of Goran. They are located east from here, in the heart of this frozen wasteland, but beware for as you get closer to the ruins you will find many dangers and ruthless beasts who want nothing more than to consume your flesh.”

Selnier put down the barrier and nodded as he turned around to find several figures wielding flaming swords and draped in black cloaks standing behind him. He summoned his black katana by manipulating the darkness within his heart and dashed towards the beings….

(To be continued in the next chapter in Selnier and the Frozen Wasteland)

A Bond to Mend

Posted in The Termina Chronicles on December 15, 2010 by cdickens97

“Where have you gone to, my friend?” a voice asked from a pitch black room inside of the old ruins of Lucious’ Grave. The voice had the tone of a young man, late teens, muscular build. A small torch revealed a corner of the room that was covered in webs and was crawling with large hairy arachnids. A loud pounding was heard from above. It sounded like tiny soldiers marching off to war. A door opened, flooding the room with light which revealed a small room covered in dust. There was a torn up bed, three wooden chests, and a mirror. Everything else was shattered into hundreds of shards and covered in dust.

A young man wearing  an armored tunic stepped outside to find storm clouds covering the sky and flooding the land in a powerful storm. The winds blew strong enough to where the young man had to run back into the room he was just in. What is going on here? This place is supposed to sealed from the laws of the natural world. Why is it raining? The man turned around suddenly as the door burst open and a warrior in red armor stepped into the room.

“It has been a while Termina. Fifteen years if I am correct.” The warrior in red said calmly as he approached Termina. “It’s me, Kazu. Though now I go by the name of Blaze, you may still call me Kazu…just not in public.” Blaze said as he sat on the old torn up mattress.

Termina was silent and his eyes were in shock as he stood in the center of the room staring at him. He balled his hand into a fist and then opened it again. He sat in the exact spot where he was standing. “Where is everyone else?” Termina asked quietly. Blaze placed his hand to his ear to show that he couldn’t hear him. “Where is everyone else!” Termina said angrily. “They all said that they were going to travel with you on some quest while I stayed back to protect these ruins!” Blaze looked at Termina and laughed. “Why are you so mad? This area was dangerous so they are waiting back in Korgranth Inn for us”

Termina shot up and grabbed Kazu’s old sword and his Emblem Shield from the chest in front of the bed. They both went out into the rain to find the entire area swarming with creatures from Aurgoh’s Military. Termina drew his sword and looked at Blaze. He nodded and they dashed towards the enemies.

( To be continued in the next chapter of The Termina Chronicles)