How would Carolina not win? Do some people legit think Maine would beat her? Sure he's resilient and strong, but she's quicker, more cunning and far more intelligent...
6 months agoVindicta
It's official folks, RWBY has surpassed RvB and claimed the much coveted throne of being my favourite.
Serious massive spoilers for episode 12:
The stakes are way higher in RWBY. In a few episodes we have had 2 main characters killed, the man who is practically a god (I reckon Ozpin is, or is a descendent of, the hermit who gave the maidens their power) is now missing, another main character has been maimed, their school destroyed.
Miles, Kerry etc just punch you with negativity over and over, and it makes you care for those remaining untouched that much more. Season 3 has been a rollercoaster; it starts off as very friendly and happy-go-lucky and by the end it's just...
Hat's off guys. You sick, demented, brilliant, amazing bastards.
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So I've gotten back into my writing. My spark has apparently returned to me; maybe it felt guilty.
Although the start of this new story, not featuring Kit or Sera, has possibly the darkest start yet.
At least now I have finished my course I should be able to make some progress.
2 years agoVindicta
I haven't been on here in ages, and I have done literally no writing since then. Except for one idea. This takes place of the blurb, and is done as though it has been spoken by one of the characters..
"The south had fallen. The kingdoms of Methur, Fia and Caland fell one by one. Caland, the empire of the barren sea was the first to go. Poverty and disease struck the city a fatal blow and thousands lay dead in mere weeks. The survivors fled north, desperate to leave the black cities behind. Fia accepted the refugees, what few thousand remained, with open arms, appalled by what happened to the province. For a while all was fine, and then they came.
The horde attacked Fia, thousands upon thousands of the animated dead. The entire city was destroyed, though some escaped into the wilds beyond. The army of Fia, even the Order of the Waking Sun was completely eradicated by the force. The survivors were soon found in a place now called Blight Marsh and there they perished.
Soon even the mighty Dwarvern city of Methur, built into Mount Kerik fell, but not to the horde.To this day, it is unknown what killed the Dwarves, and only their cities of Duren, Kengesk, and Baltha still stand, proudly in the north.
We few who survived the slaughter eventually reached the river Provident, named so after the capitol of the north; Providence, but we were turned away. They wanted nothing to do with this blight. We few, Elves, Humans and Dwarves, we have endured.
That was over a century ago, and not once has the north tried to aid us. There they've sat, content that their walls of granite and marble can keep the evil at bay, as we have endured this perpetual nightmare. Welcome, northerner, to the land of the dead'
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Footsteps broke the silence; heavy, mailed footsteps. A guard no doubt. The added noise brought a welcome reprieve from the continual dripping of water, but made Sera's stomach churn. 'Back already? But it's only been a few hours'
A new, unheard voice spoke, commanding the others to leave him in peace. It was a regal voice, authoritative; the voice of a man who is used to being in control. As the key scratched in the lock, Sera raised her head. Not that she could see anything, the rag covering her eyes made sure of that. The metal cell door screeched noisily as it was pushed open, and just as noisily as it swung shut. The man walked into the cell and stood right before her. Her sense of hearing was her only ally now.
She must have looked pitiful. Tied to a chair, hands bound behind her with chains, force fed a herbal concoction for suppress her magic, bloodied and beaten. Even now she could feel the blood from her cuts slowly drip down her face and body. Every ragged breath of hers brought agony; every movement brought a fresh wave of pain. Those men, whoever they were, were adept at torturing people.
"Where is she?' the newcomer asked, apparently not big on introductions. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it.
"W-who?' she murmured, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.
"Don't play games with me, Blackheart. You know who I'm after, and you'll know what I'll do to get her'
Sera said nothing, but hung her head limply; she knew all too well what they would do for the information. Even now, she felt the cold claws of oblivion clutch her. There are some things a person is never ready to experience. A cold, metal plated hand grabbed her tightly by the jaw. The man forced her head up and held it there. He increased the strength of his grip, putting pressure on Sera's lacerated jaw. She involuntarily whimpered in pain causing a snort of derision from her host.
"Where is she?'
"I...' her voice failed her.
The hand let go off her face. She went to rub it, but ended up senselessly rattling her bindings. For a brief moment nothing happened. The man walked around her, evidenced by his loud footsteps. Sera squeezed her eyes shut, holding back tears 'Who are these people, Why are they doing this to her?'
The cold metal hand crashed into the side of her head. Pain erupted from the impact point as fresh blood began to well from it. Now the tears fell; there was nothing she could do to stop them.
"Listen to me, Blackheart. You are the best lead for finding my target. I personally don't care about you. If you tell me what I want to know, you can leave right now, if not then we continue this little game; I don't care either way. This is mandated by the king, so by the gods, you will comply'
"Can't' It was all Sera managed to say, between her tears of pain and shivering. Her once neat mages robes, now torn and damp with blood and other bodily fluids did nothing to impede the cold of her cell.
"Why?' the man shot back "Because you love her?'
Her heart stopped in her chest 'He knows?'
"Think we didn't know about your relationship? Why else would we have picked you, you're the better choice than Felix. Sera, that woman is a threat to our empire's security; she's easily the greatest mass murderer in recent decades. A sick twisted freak that derives pleasure from watching others die, who has spent the last twelve years habitually killing people. For the sake of everyone in our fair land, give us what we need to know'
'You stupid fool. She kills for a reputation, to no longer be the girl who gets pushed around and hurt by abusive brothers, to no longer be the weak girl unable to defend herself when a guard forces himself on her. She kills yes, but she's not evil or malicious. She would never inflict this much pain on someone. You want to arrest a woman who spent her whole life trying to fight for survival, who's had to fight to be recognised as a person, to matter to anyone but Kezrah, a man who is now dead, and Felix; a woman who just wants to be accepted as a person, who just wants to matter to people. A woman who spent most of her life in fear of men like you, who became what she is because of men like you'
It was only when the man coughed loudly did Sera realise that that had all been in her head. She opened her mouth to speak. All she managed before her voice failed her was "She's not...'
"Not what, evil? Don't lie to yourself woman, we know it and you know it; she's a plague to society. My boys will be back in shortly to continue their work. Do the right thing, Blackheart, give the assassin up'
Booted feet moved away from the broken mage. The door once again shrieked open and closed and the key clicked the lock shut. Once again left to stew in her misery and pain, Sera let the tears fall freely 'Come on Kit, I can't take any more of this'
Writing: Used to be hugely into it... But I have lately found myself almost incapable of stringing a sentence together on paper. All my old projects, including a character I poured 5 years into, have been disbanded. Time to start anew, I guess.
I play games to the point of obsession. One does not simply stop after doing it for 18 years.
The Church of Church
Monty Oum and his legacy
Miles is the Best
Freelancer: Agents M.O.C.