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For it Lurks Within the Shadows
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- ![Master [1000]](https://i.imgur.com/AQXM4xC.png)
- ![Senior [500]](https://i.imgur.com/Nmfn8cD.png)
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Lineage : Gingerbread Man
Position : None
Posts : 1345
Guild : Sabertooth 《Guildmaster》
Cosmic Coins : 400
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 29
Experience : 60,342
Character Sheet
First Skill: Fires of Creation
Second Skill: The Riyenas
Third Skill:
And be she but Small,
she is Fierce
.:} The Road of Desire |Fire Dragon Slayer | Kenna Terrynhain {:.
.:} The Nightmare in Your Head | Avide - Combat Pet {:.
D~4 ||C~4 ||B~2 ||A~ ||S~
Slots: 4/6
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Lineage : Gingerbread Man
Position : None
Posts : 1345
Guild : Sabertooth 《Guildmaster》
Cosmic Coins : 400
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Age : 29
Experience : 60,342
Character Sheet
First Skill: Fires of Creation
Second Skill: The Riyenas
Third Skill:
”They finally revealed it. Akhator and Avide… or should I say Abraxor now? Well, in any case, they disclosed the information they were keeping from me. Who I am, where I hail from, how and why I died… who I was before that and what had happened for me to become who I am now. They answered so many questions, but gave me so many more to find an answer to. And to find those I’ll be going to a specific location that I cannot tell you about right now, but if and when I return, come f------"
The loud yet muffled thumps of a gloved fist banging unto the wooden door startled the writer midway her sentence, the word she had just started writing becoming a scribbled mess in the process. Kenna cursed underneath her breath and slammed the pen down unto the book laying before her on the desk, pushing herself and the chair she sat upon back as she turned her head and glared at the door… or rather, the mysterious person behind it. A second salvo of what seemed to be an impatient knocking followed soon, causing the Etherborn to growl softly when inhaling as she readied herself to bark back at the impatient individual keen on ko’ing her door. ”YES YES, by the gods, have some freaking patience you jack--, Kenna barked at the door, getting off the chair and stomping her way towards the entrance of her humble room barefoot. Her hand clenched around she merely turned and tugged while keeping on ranting. ”It’s not like I sleep next to this door and wait for the moment someone might come kno- huh?” Kenna ceased her rant and blinked in surprise when no-one appeared to be in front of her door at all. She popped her head outside and looked left and right, scanning the corridor for any sign of life. Nothing. Not a living soul to be seen, although downstairs a myriad of excited voices could be heard coming from the mess hall of the inn she was staying at. ”Curious… and creepy. At least they didn’t leave some kind of suspicious package to… nevermind.” Kenna suppressed a sigh of disappointment when she gazed down upon the brown box at her feet. The letters “S" and “M" were carved into the box, while her name had been scribbled underneath the letters; looking at the unruly handwriting it had been written hastily, as if time was running short for whomever wrote it. Although she knew these things were best to be ignored, her curiosity got the better of her and thus lifted the box up. It was surprisingly heavy for its size. Not having noticed it sitting there until now she was incredibly pleased with the fact that she hadn’t stepped outside to see if someone was hiding in the corridor; gods forbid she’d stumped her toes into that.
With the cardboard box tightly tucked between her arms she turned around and re-entered the room, using the heel of her foot to close the door, and carried it over to the desk she had been writing at. She planted it down next to her book, cleaned the desk of anything she didn't need and put it away in their respective pocket dimension before attending to the contents of the box before her. From it she pulled a heavy hard-cover book, a large lacrima recorder and some other things that did not seem to have much value at first sight. Both the book and the lacrima showed signs of dark-colored stains she recognized to be dried-up blood. She opted to sit down first but changed her mind and instead remained standing, taking the book between her hands and started reading. The letters indeed were the initials of a name, or more precisely, the writer of this diary of sorts. Samuel Martin. Kenna could only wonder as to how his things had wound up in her hands, or why. Turning the page and reading through its contents she soon realised this might become more of an issue that she’d first thought it to be… a possessed love interest? Her curiosity however came to an abrupt end as the rest of the diary’s entries had been torn from the book, only leaving the torn edges of said pages at the heart of the book. Kenna closed it and frowned. If this was merely a runaway ‘possessed’ woman, then she doubted it would’ve been such an issue. But the bloodstains, hasty handwriting and torn pages were all a bit too shady a clue to disregard it as just that. She took the lacrima recorder in hand, hoping it could clear up some of the darkness that was shrouding this mystery, and pressed play. The male voice identified himself as a Rune Knight lieutenant named Jacob Lars, which she presumed to be Samuel’s friend at the corps, and listened intently as he explained the situation. The second entry came faster than expected however; only an hour later, unlike the weekly and daily entries of Samuel Martin. And with every new log the lieutenant made his panic became more audible, until the last one left even the Etherborn in a bit of shock. His raspy, exhausted voice audible between the static noises, the rushing wind as he ran and tried to hide, the pure panic in his voice and then the ultimate silence. One did not need to be a genius to figure out what fate the lieutenant would have befallen at this point. Kenna ended the recording and felt the silence of her room weighed many times heavier now the static noises had died down, took a deep breath and placed the lacrima recorder back unto the desk before her, leaning over it as she went over her options. Even though she was on a quest of her own, ignoring this wasn’t really an option. The consequences of this issue could become immeasurable, and god forbid someone else were to find these and head out to Spooky Forest to befall the same fate as those poor Rune Knights. She’d once been a Rune Knight herself in a past life, so the sense of duty springing from it also left her little choice. There was a reason these objects had fallen in her hands, so it was her duty as a mage of Sabertooth to find out what had happened to Samuel, Jacob and his men. She’d solve this entire ordeal and be on her way afterwards. Within half an hour Kenna had gathered up her things, paid for her stay at the inn and stashed up on provisions for the trip to Spooky Forest.
After several days Kenna had finally reached the edges of Spooky Forest, that for some reason loomed far more dangerously at the horizon than the previous times she’d been here. Most-likely the pressure of what had gone down within its vast territories, unseen by human eyes and only known to the trees that had seen it all happen. For some reason she had loathed not telling anyone at the guild she’d gone off on her own, otherwise she could’ve asked for some back-up and eased her mind from this all. After all, she may wield a legendary steel but that did not mean her nerves were made of those as well. With Fiend’s Embrace, a sinister cloak she’d been gifted by her deceased love, draped over her shoulders Kenna pondered about the things she should watch out for now she did not yet have the darkness of the forest surrounding her; but with every step the forest drew closer until she found herself walking through the first rows of giant trees. There was still some light seeping through these, but further down the road she followed there were only shades and eerie thoughts welcoming her. She swallowed the lump that had been silently growing in her throat. ”Well, here goes nothing.” she muttered to herself with a deep sigh, entering the forest at last and with no intention of coming back out until she’d solved this case… or taken care of whatever had been hunting the Rune Knights down.
Wordcount: 1365
Total wordcount: 1364
And be she but Small,
she is Fierce
.:} The Road of Desire |Fire Dragon Slayer | Kenna Terrynhain {:.
.:} The Nightmare in Your Head | Avide - Combat Pet {:.
D~4 ||C~4 ||B~2 ||A~ ||S~
Slots: 4/6
Dmitry-
Lineage : Commander’s Aura
Position : None
Posts : 177
Guild : Guildless
Cosmic Coins : 0
Dungeon Tokens : 0
Experience : 218
Character Sheet
First Skill: Nature Spirit
Second Skill:
Third Skill:
Meanwhile, within the forest...
Trees stood shrouded in mist, giving off a sullen and fearful visage. Any animals that hadn't already fled this place were hiding in whatever crevice they could find, having a greater awareness of the phenomena at work than the average human being. Of course, none of the human beings entering this place were average by any stretch of the imagination, the one entering and the one already inside. Deep within this shrouded forest, something evil stirred. Whether it originated in this place or came from somewhere else, it didn't belong in this world, let alone this forest. However, it was no longer alone.
About a ten minute walk into the woods stood tall figure draped in a black coat, steel grey hair atop his head. He was leaning against a tree with his eyes shut, almost as though he were sleeping through the nonsense in the air. One might even look upon this young man and think there wasn't a thing wrong, if they were to judge from his demeanor. However, the stranger was far more aware of what was happening than anyone could know, having a means of perceiving the world that most could only imagine. At the moment, he stood and waited, focusing on this sixth sense in order to better understand the forces affecting this place.
WC: 224
Trees stood shrouded in mist, giving off a sullen and fearful visage. Any animals that hadn't already fled this place were hiding in whatever crevice they could find, having a greater awareness of the phenomena at work than the average human being. Of course, none of the human beings entering this place were average by any stretch of the imagination, the one entering and the one already inside. Deep within this shrouded forest, something evil stirred. Whether it originated in this place or came from somewhere else, it didn't belong in this world, let alone this forest. However, it was no longer alone.
About a ten minute walk into the woods stood tall figure draped in a black coat, steel grey hair atop his head. He was leaning against a tree with his eyes shut, almost as though he were sleeping through the nonsense in the air. One might even look upon this young man and think there wasn't a thing wrong, if they were to judge from his demeanor. However, the stranger was far more aware of what was happening than anyone could know, having a means of perceiving the world that most could only imagine. At the moment, he stood and waited, focusing on this sixth sense in order to better understand the forces affecting this place.
WC: 224
