The club's music was pumping loudly, the lights flickering on and off. Even through the gas mask and his lack of a face, Stranger felt blinded by the bright lights.
"Control, are you really sure there's going to be a breakthrough here? I get the feeling that tonight will be the exact same as any other night, a bunch of drunken idiots consuming what remains of Whispers and-"
He suddenly stopped. It seemed almost as if something had occured to him. He inclined his head, as if listening to something. "Really now? Well. I'll be there shortly..." He stood up, and opened a portal to the Kingdom of Trees. "Control, I'm afraid I have more important things to attend to than watching morons deafen themselves in 'tribute' to Whispers."
"Well, I won't keep you. You obviously need to do something. So go."
Stranger stepped through the portal, and dissapeared.
The sword that had appeared in Leo's hands had long since dissipated, but Leo still stood in the alley he had been dragged into. "What... What the hell's happening? Why did he bleed black, why did that sword appear, why did they want me dead?!?" Leo felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and saw a man dressed in a biker's outfit, the helmet on his head obscuring his features.
"Leonard Kingston?" The man asked, his voice steady.
"Y...Yes?" Leo replied.
"Come with me, Leonard. I can explain everything." The man turned and started to walk away. Leo hesitated, but followed the man anyway. Anyone who could explain this was someone Leo wanted to talk to.
Eventually, the two of them reached what seemed to be a run-down bar. The man and Leo entered, and a bartender looked up from polishing a mug. "Oh, Tom, you're back! And I see you brought Kingston."
Leo was confused as to why these people knew his name. The bartender put down the mug he was polishing. "Leonard, right? Pleasure to meet you. Now, let's get down to business." He took a deep breath.
"Leonard, you need to kill Fear itself."
Saturday, March 9, 2013
Chapter 1
A gaunt man sits inside a nightclub. His pale skin and dark suit seem out of place, when most everyone else is wearing bright, colorful clothing. In front of him sits a dull, gray drink. He bought it several minutes ago, but he hasn't touched it since then. He turns to the woman next to him, her skin the color of pine.
"Control, why exactly are we here? I don't recall us ever truly caring about our trapped cohorts, and I get the feeling that blaring music was ever the best way of unleashing one of us." The man says, his voice managing to sound like many many different voices at once.
The woman waves her hand dismissively. "Honestly now, Stranger, I get the feeling they're reaching a breakthrough here. And why wouldn't we stick around to watch the inevitable carnage? Remember when they combined you with Dogma? How you slaughtered your way through the hordes of excited cultists to test out your new abilities?"
The gaunt man sighs. "Yes, and they combined you with Shame. Though I remember the testing of your abilities was much less violent and more... carnal..." The gaunt man can't help but find it disgusting. Humans and their biology...
"Oh, relax, Stranger. This should be fun..."
Leo was, by all senses of the word, an average college student. He went to classes, he had several close friends... And he was descended from a former lord with great magical powers. Of course, he didn't realize that last part, and it was also far from average. So when he was accosted by several men wearing hoodies and gas masks, he was very, very confused.
"What the hell do you guys even want with me?!?" He had shouted as the men approached him, various weapons drawn and seemingly fully intent on killing him. He had recieved a response from what seemed to be the leader, but it was muffled by the mask he was wearing.
Leo was scared. He was worried that he was seriously going to die here.
That's when the sword appeared. A gleaming cutlass, glowing radiantly and crackling with energy. Leo had no idea how to properly use a sword, but he knew that generally, swinging a sharp object at someone was enough to incapacitate them. So he slashed wildly at the first person to get close to him.
Unfortunately for the man Leo hit, he had managed to sever a limb. Blood flowed freely, terrifying the man, his friends, and Leo. Everyone was shocked into silence and stillness, except for the man who got his arm chopped off. He was screaming and desperately trying to stem the spray of... Black?
Before Leo could get a closer look, the man and his friends had opened a portal to a forest full of black trees and stepped through, closing it behind them. Leo simply stared, stared at where the portal was, stared at the blade in his hands, and stared at the black liquid covering himself and the ground.
"Control, why exactly are we here? I don't recall us ever truly caring about our trapped cohorts, and I get the feeling that blaring music was ever the best way of unleashing one of us." The man says, his voice managing to sound like many many different voices at once.
The woman waves her hand dismissively. "Honestly now, Stranger, I get the feeling they're reaching a breakthrough here. And why wouldn't we stick around to watch the inevitable carnage? Remember when they combined you with Dogma? How you slaughtered your way through the hordes of excited cultists to test out your new abilities?"
The gaunt man sighs. "Yes, and they combined you with Shame. Though I remember the testing of your abilities was much less violent and more... carnal..." The gaunt man can't help but find it disgusting. Humans and their biology...
"Oh, relax, Stranger. This should be fun..."
Leo was, by all senses of the word, an average college student. He went to classes, he had several close friends... And he was descended from a former lord with great magical powers. Of course, he didn't realize that last part, and it was also far from average. So when he was accosted by several men wearing hoodies and gas masks, he was very, very confused.
"What the hell do you guys even want with me?!?" He had shouted as the men approached him, various weapons drawn and seemingly fully intent on killing him. He had recieved a response from what seemed to be the leader, but it was muffled by the mask he was wearing.
Leo was scared. He was worried that he was seriously going to die here.
That's when the sword appeared. A gleaming cutlass, glowing radiantly and crackling with energy. Leo had no idea how to properly use a sword, but he knew that generally, swinging a sharp object at someone was enough to incapacitate them. So he slashed wildly at the first person to get close to him.
Unfortunately for the man Leo hit, he had managed to sever a limb. Blood flowed freely, terrifying the man, his friends, and Leo. Everyone was shocked into silence and stillness, except for the man who got his arm chopped off. He was screaming and desperately trying to stem the spray of... Black?
Before Leo could get a closer look, the man and his friends had opened a portal to a forest full of black trees and stepped through, closing it behind them. Leo simply stared, stared at where the portal was, stared at the blade in his hands, and stared at the black liquid covering himself and the ground.
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Prologue
Once, in an ancient land, there lived a young lord. He lived in a castle above the clouds. He ruled justly, and his people loved him. One day, however, the Others arrived. The Slender Lord, the Hellhound, the Frozen Prince, and more invaded the young lord's lands, destroying his loyal subjects.
The young lord had great powers, and he used them to seal away the Others, but sacrificed himself in the process. The people wept for their lost leader, but life went on.
Now, the Others are stirring. Their servants seek to re-awaken them. The lord's descendant must stop them, at all costs.
And so, our story begins.
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