Sometimes you have to make that sacrifice. You participate in the 3 on 1 fight. I just didn't mention you very much. Plus you were the one kicking all the ass in my first 2 so don't complain. xD
“Heh hehe.” I chuckled. Winston stood before me, a Slayer he was and now it was time for his official SLAYERS training.
“What is so funny?” he asked.
“That I’m about to work you to the ground. SLAYERS has high expectations of its members, and higher expectations of its officers. I’m going to teach you to be one of us, and with any luck you will make among our finest here.” I responded.
His demeanor changed, he was proud to have been asked into SLAYERS. I grabbed my swords and merged them, so I could better teach Winston the two-handed sword techniques efficient in battle.
“Very well Winston, we’re going to start with the basics. I’ll show you the techniques that are best for our job, even if you know them. Then I’ll let loose your beast, and see what it can do.”
“Yes my lord.” he replied.
I slashed the air, careful to demonstrate form and swing. With my sword I taught him a vast variety of moves from slashing to thrusting. Time flew by quickly and finally we came to the most enjoyable part of the training, at least for me.
“Winston, its time we unleash that beast for the first time. Now don’t be scared, let it take control. You will feel like something is shoving you aside and controlling your body, allow it to. Ready?” I asked.
Winston breathed deeply, and nodded. I stepped forward and placed a hand on his forehead.
“Nisi vestri.” Unleash yourself. I said. Winston shook violently and began screaming as he grabbed his head.
“Let go of control! Winston, Let go!” I yelled over his screams. He suddenly stopped, his back bent back throwing forward his chest and his head shot back pointing his blinded sight to the skies. His arms were bent and fists clenched tightly, and I stood back to watch the transformation. A sick rip was audible as the muscle on his arms grew tremendously, then his torso and finally his lower half. The screams became more tremendous, then finally died slowly. He breathed in deeply, relaxing forward. In place of his eyes was shining white light, and a look of complete control across his face.
“Ego sum vestri vinco.” I am your master. I told it. The beast was now in control, and it needed to know that I was its master. Winston would be unable to take control for a couple more sessions, however for now it was time to train the beast.
Winston growled at me, and his hand found the hilt of his sword at his side, and drew out the bastard sword. I split my swords, and stood ready. He jumped forward and I did the same, meeting him in the air. Savage steel met as both of us began fighting, the demon and myself. I would not defeat it yet, I would let it tire itself and help it do so in order to assert my dominance as commander. We fell to the ground and resumed the battle, sparks flying in every direction.
Slowly its attacks became more and more desperate as it began realizing I was superior. When it exposed itself I kicked the open areas, sure to make it angrier. Snarls and angry yells escaped him when I landed kicks at his ribcage or a head-butt on his skull. Eventually it became too disoriented to continue and so it stopped. His arms were tired enough that he could not grasp his own sword, and so dropped it at his side. I walked to it, and with help of arcane forces bent its knees.
“Vos mos adveho ut ego voco vos. Meus voco ero, Nisi Bestia.” You will come when I summon you. My summon will be, Unleash the Beast.
It growled in agreement, and Winston’s body shrunk back to normal. A small cry came from him as he collapsed. Winston was back.
“What the hell was that?” he asked weakly.
“That Winston, was pure power. In time you will learn to control it as I and the others have.”
“It tired me out a bit.” he said lying face down on the ground. I put my swords on my back and helped the tired Decurion up. I put his sword on my back as well and one of his arms over my neck as I helped him back to the Citadel.
“The first couple times it will deplete your energy quickly like it just did, until it gets used to your body’s reserves. As I train your beast you will find you have more control over it, and your body will triple in growth whenever you use it in training. However because of safety and control reasons I am the only one that can summon the beast. Even Thasador can’t summon his beast, the words must be spoken by me.” I explained.
“Sounds great, but am I going to be this beat every time we do this?” he asked.
“Yes. And we are going to do this daily until you gain control.” I laughed. A weak laugh came from him.
“Don’t worry though, I’ve found a new form of restoration that’s even better than drinking and sleep.”
“Oh? Who else knows?” he asked.
“No one else. We can have you good as new by morning.”
“We can?” he asked enthusiastically.
“Yes! But you don’t get to use it for another month or so, after all your initial training is done.” he almost fell as he heard me,
“Why?!” he demanded.
“Anything worth having is worth doing the hard way. You want a title suitable for only the strong, you can’t skip the hard stuff.”
“Fine, I agree. Lets get to the Tavern, I’m thirsty and exhausted.”
“I think that after that excellent teaching you owe me a slush puppy,” I said. There was no reply as we made our way around the Citadel and to the Tavern.
Well sense Sofa wasn't on to make his decision I had to improvise cause I planned to have him declining or accepting as that. And Winston wouldn't call him to tell him to get on sense it was so late at night.
I like that Carlos. Quite good. So, not only do Slayers grow in size, but we gain qualities of beasts? Or is that only when we can't control it?
Our motto is Unleash the Beast. Inside everyone is a beast that is bloodthirsty as hell. SLAYERS takes those who have exceptional skills without the beast, and trains them to activate the beast and therefore empower us. Our strength and speed increases, as well as white light replacing our eyes. All our senses are increased too, but not too much.
"We are disciples yet not disciples. We are traitors yet not traitors. We are death. The minions of death. We humbly bow down and ask for forgiveness from our Lord... Submitting ourselves in reverence of God, we shall vanquish all of His foes. We are those who swing our daggers on a moonless night; we are the ones who lace your dinners with poison. We are assassins. ...We cohorts of the cloth, in ranks of five, are now forming an Agmen Quadratum, desiring to do battle with the 7,405,926 demons of Hell."
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
What is Assassins moto? I like the Release the Beast thing. Sounds like an awesome battle cry before battle.
Not just a battle cry. If you read the short story of me and Winston, you will see that it is also a que. Only I can call upon the beast, others may say it but it will only activate at the sound of my voice. And it makes us stronger and faster, but only until the beast has its fill or our bodies tire out. Usually its the second for everyone, but me and Thasador can make our bodies last long enough for two unleashings a day. Two unleashings of a beast in a single day will take it right out of you though, you don't last long after it has its second fill.
seems im overdue to make a new story so here the start to one, bear with we its been awhile. its kinda styled like 300 (and Alexander to a lesser extend). parts of it are kinda narrated.
Day break over the plains, The camp fires are nothing but embers and ash. The ground still moist with blood from last night's battle with throngs of Devilkin. Foul beasts, lesser servants to the Dark Lords of Hell, the Prime Evils, more than 200 years have passed since they were defeated, and still their taint plagues the land.
"Eat light and quickly, Dun Craig is still three days march, we've lots of ground to cover, and little time in which to do it" spoke the Imperator.
The city is besieged by hordes of demons, it's only a matter of time before it's defenses fall. The Silver Inferno Crusading Knights, race to its aid. The men talk amongst themselves, novices and veterans alike. The Veterans, eager to sink their blades into the hearts of their foes, the novices, just as eager, but weary of their foes.
"I bet I kill more than you do" Winston
"Must everything be a contest with you? fine, I accept your challenge Sofawall replied. "may the best man win."
"Gar, there's no end!, wretched monsters" Garrick a young Militia man, said as his sword tore through the flesh of a brutish Fallen One as it cries out in horrendeous pain. "when are the reinforcments getting here?"
The feeling is mutual throughout the city of Dun Craig. everywhere warriors and mages, do their best to repel the invaders.
"Manus, Potentis, Paro" chanted Fafnir, as he conjured a mighty Fireball to land in the middle of a large group of his foes.
sorry its so short, i would have done more/made it better but its been a really long and hard day, and im kinda tired, kinda hard to think, hopefully ill get around to finishing it. And no tomorrow would not have been a better time to do it.
actually had a thought, prehaps we should look at making a thread, similar to the 2 word/3word stories, but make it a few paragraphs or so, and we each and a new bit to a story about SICK, might be kinda cool.
just wanted your guys oppinions, might be weird too, different people have different writing styles, and conventions, and the like.
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
No no no, don't get me wrong, I don't mind the whole "beast" idea... I mind the whole "I am the best idea", that's what I mind.
First of all, I don't mind the comment as long as you can explain what you are talking about. And don't leave, I like you and there are plenty of others that do too, they just don't say it.
And I didn't say I was the best, its just a Slayer thing, and therefore it is me that teaches it and activates it. Imagine how horrible it would be if we run out into battle, and don't need to activate it yet someone yells it and activates it for everyone. Loss of energy and efficiency. And as SLAYERS works as a team its either everyone or no one.
I didn't do a good job at explaining it, maybe that will shed some light.
This one I scrapped half way through but decided to finish. It's not my best.
A shadowy figure sits on a cliff above an open gorge. It is dark. Cold. The wind blows and clouds roll in. A tear drops on the cheek of the figure.
“Don’t give me that!”
Sarcon stands and turns around. “Who’s there?”
“That’s no way to greet me. Whatever happened to unconditional family love?” “Brail.. What do you want?” “Just to finish a long drawn-out feud. Happy to see me?” “No, not really. When are you gunna grow up and let this go?” “So, I hear you’re a part of SICK now. Fine group of warriors. Trying to forget your roots?” “I don’t have to forget anything. I just want you to go away.” “Sorry, not happening”
Brail steps out of the shadows toward his older brother. He stands about six feet and four inches tall. He grins as he picks up a thick war scythe and walks toward Sarcon. Sarcon grips the handle of his sword and watches him carefully. Brail takes up his weapon and extends it out, resting the blade on Sarcon’s shoulder. Sarcon looks at him knowing he only wishes to intimidate. Finally Brail grabs turns the scythe around and uses the blunt end like I club, swinging it at him. Sarcon disappears into the darkness.
“Knock it off!” “Hah! This is fun for me! I don’t see why two brothers can’t enjoy themselves.” “Most brothers don’t want to kill the other! Especially not for sport!” “Well, then, aren’t you glad you have such a unique family?”
Brail takes up his scythe and turns his head to look into the shadows of the woods, seemingly making eye contact with Sarcon. Sarcon flinches for a moment and finally steps out of the shadow toward his brother. “Fine.” He draws his sword and holds it out to his right side and awaits Brail’s move. Brail holds the scythe with one hand and charges forward with the blade pointed behind him. He reaches Sarcon and slips the pole of the scythe throw his hand so he is holding the end. He then spins himself around, slashing the blade at Sarcon. Sarcon reaches his left hand out and catches the scythe by the pole with the very edge of the blade stuck in his shoulder. A line of blood streams down his arm as he shifts himself around to release the edge and let go of the handle. He looks his brother in the eye who now has a grin on his face and then unleashes a set of sword swings at him only to be blocked by the blade of the scythe.
Sarcon calms down and steps back. He gathers his thoughts and sheathes his sword. He holds his hands out a gathers his orange aura. His muscles bulge and he closes his eyes. His body trembles and his hair extends up. The wind blows around him as he opens his eyes. His eyes are glowing bright with a light green tint. Brail steps toward him and pulls back his scythe. In a flash, Sarcon rips the scythe out of his hands and holds it out behind him. He extends his hand to touch Brail’s chest and bows his head. Brail stops and stares in amazement at the speed Sarcon had just achieved. Sarcon whips the blade around through Brail’s midsection. Brail continues a few moments of consciousness in aw, looking at his brother as his body incinerates before it hits the ground.
Sarcon holds the scythe out in front of him and tosses it off the cliff. Sarcon resumes his position, kneeling on the ledge. A few moments later the shadowy figure of Winston approaches.
“Hey, man, Zubin’s making everyone some food at the Tavern, you coming?” “No- I.. Uh.. I’m not hungry.” “Suit yourself. Hey, do you smell something burning?” “No.. Must just be you..” “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”
Winston returns to the Tavern and Sarcon drops his head to his knee and drops one final tear.
''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
Hero of the Trojan War, son of Telamon, thus called the Telamonian Ajax, also called Ajax the Greater. In the Iliad he is represented as a gigantic man, slow of thought and speech, but quick in battle and always showing courage. He led the troops of Salamis against Troy and was one of the foremost Greek warriors, fighting both Hector and Odysseus to draws.
These are random stories or maybe chapters but the role playing thread will end up into a long continues saga.
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''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
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“Heh hehe.” I chuckled. Winston stood before me, a Slayer he was and now it was time for his official SLAYERS training.
“What is so funny?” he asked.
“That I’m about to work you to the ground. SLAYERS has high expectations of its members, and higher expectations of its officers. I’m going to teach you to be one of us, and with any luck you will make among our finest here.” I responded.
His demeanor changed, he was proud to have been asked into SLAYERS. I grabbed my swords and merged them, so I could better teach Winston the two-handed sword techniques efficient in battle.
“Very well Winston, we’re going to start with the basics. I’ll show you the techniques that are best for our job, even if you know them. Then I’ll let loose your beast, and see what it can do.”
“Yes my lord.” he replied.
I slashed the air, careful to demonstrate form and swing. With my sword I taught him a vast variety of moves from slashing to thrusting. Time flew by quickly and finally we came to the most enjoyable part of the training, at least for me.
“Winston, its time we unleash that beast for the first time. Now don’t be scared, let it take control. You will feel like something is shoving you aside and controlling your body, allow it to. Ready?” I asked.
Winston breathed deeply, and nodded. I stepped forward and placed a hand on his forehead.
“Nisi vestri.” Unleash yourself. I said. Winston shook violently and began screaming as he grabbed his head.
“Let go of control! Winston, Let go!” I yelled over his screams. He suddenly stopped, his back bent back throwing forward his chest and his head shot back pointing his blinded sight to the skies. His arms were bent and fists clenched tightly, and I stood back to watch the transformation. A sick rip was audible as the muscle on his arms grew tremendously, then his torso and finally his lower half. The screams became more tremendous, then finally died slowly. He breathed in deeply, relaxing forward. In place of his eyes was shining white light, and a look of complete control across his face.
“Ego sum vestri vinco.” I am your master. I told it. The beast was now in control, and it needed to know that I was its master. Winston would be unable to take control for a couple more sessions, however for now it was time to train the beast.
Winston growled at me, and his hand found the hilt of his sword at his side, and drew out the bastard sword. I split my swords, and stood ready. He jumped forward and I did the same, meeting him in the air. Savage steel met as both of us began fighting, the demon and myself. I would not defeat it yet, I would let it tire itself and help it do so in order to assert my dominance as commander. We fell to the ground and resumed the battle, sparks flying in every direction.
Slowly its attacks became more and more desperate as it began realizing I was superior. When it exposed itself I kicked the open areas, sure to make it angrier. Snarls and angry yells escaped him when I landed kicks at his ribcage or a head-butt on his skull. Eventually it became too disoriented to continue and so it stopped. His arms were tired enough that he could not grasp his own sword, and so dropped it at his side. I walked to it, and with help of arcane forces bent its knees.
“Vos mos adveho ut ego voco vos. Meus voco ero, Nisi Bestia.” You will come when I summon you. My summon will be, Unleash the Beast.
It growled in agreement, and Winston’s body shrunk back to normal. A small cry came from him as he collapsed. Winston was back.
“What the hell was that?” he asked weakly.
“That Winston, was pure power. In time you will learn to control it as I and the others have.”
“It tired me out a bit.” he said lying face down on the ground. I put my swords on my back and helped the tired Decurion up. I put his sword on my back as well and one of his arms over my neck as I helped him back to the Citadel.
“The first couple times it will deplete your energy quickly like it just did, until it gets used to your body’s reserves. As I train your beast you will find you have more control over it, and your body will triple in growth whenever you use it in training. However because of safety and control reasons I am the only one that can summon the beast. Even Thasador can’t summon his beast, the words must be spoken by me.” I explained.
“Sounds great, but am I going to be this beat every time we do this?” he asked.
“Yes. And we are going to do this daily until you gain control.” I laughed. A weak laugh came from him.
“Don’t worry though, I’ve found a new form of restoration that’s even better than drinking and sleep.”
“Oh? Who else knows?” he asked.
“No one else. We can have you good as new by morning.”
“We can?” he asked enthusiastically.
“Yes! But you don’t get to use it for another month or so, after all your initial training is done.” he almost fell as he heard me,
“Why?!” he demanded.
“Anything worth having is worth doing the hard way. You want a title suitable for only the strong, you can’t skip the hard stuff.”
“Fine, I agree. Lets get to the Tavern, I’m thirsty and exhausted.”
“I think that after that excellent teaching you owe me a slush puppy,” I said. There was no reply as we made our way around the Citadel and to the Tavern.
I changed the wording.
Our motto is Unleash the Beast. Inside everyone is a beast that is bloodthirsty as hell. SLAYERS takes those who have exceptional skills without the beast, and trains them to activate the beast and therefore empower us. Our strength and speed increases, as well as white light replacing our eyes. All our senses are increased too, but not too much.
uh...
"We are disciples yet not disciples. We are traitors yet not traitors. We are death. The minions of death. We humbly bow down and ask for forgiveness from our Lord... Submitting ourselves in reverence of God, we shall vanquish all of His foes. We are those who swing our daggers on a moonless night; we are the ones who lace your dinners with poison. We are assassins. ...We cohorts of the cloth, in ranks of five, are now forming an Agmen Quadratum, desiring to do battle with the 7,405,926 demons of Hell."
Not just a battle cry. If you read the short story of me and Winston, you will see that it is also a que. Only I can call upon the beast, others may say it but it will only activate at the sound of my voice. And it makes us stronger and faster, but only until the beast has its fill or our bodies tire out. Usually its the second for everyone, but me and Thasador can make our bodies last long enough for two unleashings a day. Two unleashings of a beast in a single day will take it right out of you though, you don't last long after it has its second fill.
Day break over the plains, The camp fires are nothing but embers and ash. The ground still moist with blood from last night's battle with throngs of Devilkin. Foul beasts, lesser servants to the Dark Lords of Hell, the Prime Evils, more than 200 years have passed since they were defeated, and still their taint plagues the land.
"Eat light and quickly, Dun Craig is still three days march, we've lots of ground to cover, and little time in which to do it" spoke the Imperator.
The city is besieged by hordes of demons, it's only a matter of time before it's defenses fall. The Silver Inferno Crusading Knights, race to its aid. The men talk amongst themselves, novices and veterans alike. The Veterans, eager to sink their blades into the hearts of their foes, the novices, just as eager, but weary of their foes.
"I bet I kill more than you do" Winston
"Must everything be a contest with you? fine, I accept your challenge Sofawall replied. "may the best man win."
"Gar, there's no end!, wretched monsters" Garrick a young Militia man, said as his sword tore through the flesh of a brutish Fallen One as it cries out in horrendeous pain. "when are the reinforcments getting here?"
The feeling is mutual throughout the city of Dun Craig. everywhere warriors and mages, do their best to repel the invaders.
"Manus, Potentis, Paro" chanted Fafnir, as he conjured a mighty Fireball to land in the middle of a large group of his foes.
sorry its so short, i would have done more/made it better but its been a really long and hard day, and im kinda tired, kinda hard to think, hopefully ill get around to finishing it. And no tomorrow would not have been a better time to do it.
actually had a thought, prehaps we should look at making a thread, similar to the 2 word/3word stories, but make it a few paragraphs or so, and we each and a new bit to a story about SICK, might be kinda cool.
just wanted your guys oppinions, might be weird too, different people have different writing styles, and conventions, and the like.
First of all, I don't mind the comment as long as you can explain what you are talking about. And don't leave, I like you and there are plenty of others that do too, they just don't say it.
And I didn't say I was the best, its just a Slayer thing, and therefore it is me that teaches it and activates it. Imagine how horrible it would be if we run out into battle, and don't need to activate it yet someone yells it and activates it for everyone. Loss of energy and efficiency. And as SLAYERS works as a team its either everyone or no one.
I didn't do a good job at explaining it, maybe that will shed some light.
And Elfen, good story.
@Teh, Yea, I get a small part!
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface