Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
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Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
What's that now?
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
Breen
The bloody teen hit the wall, covered in bruises and grotesque cuts. He would try to escape the man beating him down only to be pressed back against the blood covered wall by none other than Breen. Breen had lost his cool ever since the start of his interrogation, but he had to figure out where the missing Priests had dissapeared to and who may or may not have hidden them.
"Where? Where are you hiding them?" Breen screamed in the young man's face, still grasping his shoulder. His voice echoed through the alley as his interrogation startled eye witnesses.
He didn't say anything in response. Suddenly the kid started to gasp for air as he struggled in Breen's grip before he dropped to the ground, wide eyed and a blank expression. He died, son of a bitch! Breen took a deep sigh before spotting a liquid colored purple, oozing out of the carcass's mouth. He poisoned himself, or that's how it appeared to happen anyways. He's probably from the Dark Kingdom if that's truly a poison, however, he could have entered the Dark Kingdom and stole the poison as well. There were plenty of possibilities for him to ponder in this alley, but they're not his top priority. Right now, he just needed to get away from this corpse.
He left the body on the ground to rot and left the alley, still frustrated of the boy's death. Only a select number of people saw the body before running off in complete fear. He replaced his glasses on the bridge of his strained nose before proceeding to continue walking down a random sidewalk, not caring where it led. This was Breen's life, following leads until he reached dead ends, only to repeat the process and hope for a different result, the definition of insanity at it's finest. You could consider him a hero, or you could consider him a psychopath, but he wouldn't care about it. All he really cares about is that the Light Kingdom stayed in check, because nobody else is willing to get off of their ass to do it.
He continued down the street, only for a brief but considerable moment, before leaning against the wall of an old blacksmithing shop to think. Was that really a poison? Was he really dead, from poison at such specific timing? What was going on anymore?... There were too many questions running through his head, for now, he decided to go to the Fire Kingdom, clear his thoughts with some old brandy from the Prancing Quig
Present
It had been a full year, yet he still came back to the same place just to think. The Priests were found slaughtered in separate locations, a symbol branded to their chests before being hidden, as for the teen, he was was only a distraction. The boy was poisoned and branded with a burn mark before being sent out to the open world, sent to face death. The poison would be injected in to the heart, continuing to inject a continuous but moderate amount of poison that would combine with the blood pumping out of the heart, that way the kid wouldn't die until the time was right. The heart would only pump lethal amounts of poison when the body was under too much stress and would end up giving the kid a panic attack before stopping from the amount of poison that had been inserted in to the blood stream. They had apparently known about Breen's "methods" of interrogation and used the poison as a failsafe in case Breen had found the kid. Breen had gotten him killed when he didn't deserve it... it-it wasn't right, it was sick, cruel at the very least. Ever since then, it became a cold case, a mystery that had been lost to time, he was the only one willing to stay on it and avenge the victims, despite the lack of reward in the end. He was definitely having trouble with determining the suspects of the case, but for now, he would stay in the bar to clear his mind with more booze, continue searching the Fire Kingdom tommorow, then move on with whatever leads he may have.
WHOOSH
He jolted his eyes open in utter shock, lifting his head from the table almost immediately at the cold chill of death kissing his neck before passing by to do the same to other bystanders. He hadn't felt something that possessed such utter power before, unless there was-...
He turned his head slowly to see a large figure, sitting in one of the chairs of the Prancing Quig.
"What the hell is that?!?!" He screamed outwards with a raspier voice, making his tone very harsh. The crowd had glanced at Breen for a little due to Breen startling them via him screaming at the top of his lungs with a shocked expression attached to his face, but became disinterested and resumed to stare in complete silence at the large, demonic figure instead. Breen stood up from his chair, grabbing his dust-covered glasses off of the dirty, old, wooden table and proceeded to wipe said dust off of them and put them in front of his widened eyes. He had realized what was going on, while at the same time, he had no idea. A figure of such power... in the Prancing Quig? What's going on? He seemed to be non-hostile, speaking to an Ork of some sort. Jean proceeded to assume that he was just overreacting, but for what reason would he disperse such dark energy, was a reason beyond what his investigation skills could give him. Hopefully, he wouldn't stop to notice him, despite him screaming all the way across the Quig in a unmannerly tone. He struggled with tearing away his gaze but managed to sit down back in his seat and wipe away his shocked expression.
He would stare down the table, thinking of any possible suspects related to his previous thoughts that had been interrupted by the large and powerful figure.
"The Dark Kingdom is the main Kingdom for getting poison, but there would be no motive..." Breen said quietly to himself while succumbing to habit and rubbing his chin in confusion. He often said things out loud, that way he could have thoughts in two different places and overall make him feel like he has more room in his brain to organize his thoughts. The suspect would have to be a thief then, stealing poison from the Dark Kingdom, but if the suspect wasn't from the other Kingdoms and was working on his own plans...
"That would make him... Kingdomless?"
"That's impossible... the only Kingdom this guy could belong to was the Dark Kingdom, it had to be it..." Breen pondered to himself quietly while rubbing sweat droplets from his forehead.
Breen continued to ramble on to himself, trying to reason with his own gut instincts, zoning out in to his thoughts in the process. He proceeded to think about his plans on where to follow his lead before he inevitably hit another dead end.
"Alright, it's settled then. I'll go to the Dark Kingdom in about a week and get my answers there, it's the only way they could have gotten the poison." Breen said, albeit with a slight tone of doubt and regret in his voice and a grim expression, showing his utter exhaustion.
He returned to drinking his bottle of booze, hoping it would help him, but it would only end up letting him down and making him a mindless drunk later on
The bloody teen hit the wall, covered in bruises and grotesque cuts. He would try to escape the man beating him down only to be pressed back against the blood covered wall by none other than Breen. Breen had lost his cool ever since the start of his interrogation, but he had to figure out where the missing Priests had dissapeared to and who may or may not have hidden them.
"Where? Where are you hiding them?" Breen screamed in the young man's face, still grasping his shoulder. His voice echoed through the alley as his interrogation startled eye witnesses.
He didn't say anything in response. Suddenly the kid started to gasp for air as he struggled in Breen's grip before he dropped to the ground, wide eyed and a blank expression. He died, son of a bitch! Breen took a deep sigh before spotting a liquid colored purple, oozing out of the carcass's mouth. He poisoned himself, or that's how it appeared to happen anyways. He's probably from the Dark Kingdom if that's truly a poison, however, he could have entered the Dark Kingdom and stole the poison as well. There were plenty of possibilities for him to ponder in this alley, but they're not his top priority. Right now, he just needed to get away from this corpse.
He left the body on the ground to rot and left the alley, still frustrated of the boy's death. Only a select number of people saw the body before running off in complete fear. He replaced his glasses on the bridge of his strained nose before proceeding to continue walking down a random sidewalk, not caring where it led. This was Breen's life, following leads until he reached dead ends, only to repeat the process and hope for a different result, the definition of insanity at it's finest. You could consider him a hero, or you could consider him a psychopath, but he wouldn't care about it. All he really cares about is that the Light Kingdom stayed in check, because nobody else is willing to get off of their ass to do it.
He continued down the street, only for a brief but considerable moment, before leaning against the wall of an old blacksmithing shop to think. Was that really a poison? Was he really dead, from poison at such specific timing? What was going on anymore?... There were too many questions running through his head, for now, he decided to go to the Fire Kingdom, clear his thoughts with some old brandy from the Prancing Quig
Present
It had been a full year, yet he still came back to the same place just to think. The Priests were found slaughtered in separate locations, a symbol branded to their chests before being hidden, as for the teen, he was was only a distraction. The boy was poisoned and branded with a burn mark before being sent out to the open world, sent to face death. The poison would be injected in to the heart, continuing to inject a continuous but moderate amount of poison that would combine with the blood pumping out of the heart, that way the kid wouldn't die until the time was right. The heart would only pump lethal amounts of poison when the body was under too much stress and would end up giving the kid a panic attack before stopping from the amount of poison that had been inserted in to the blood stream. They had apparently known about Breen's "methods" of interrogation and used the poison as a failsafe in case Breen had found the kid. Breen had gotten him killed when he didn't deserve it... it-it wasn't right, it was sick, cruel at the very least. Ever since then, it became a cold case, a mystery that had been lost to time, he was the only one willing to stay on it and avenge the victims, despite the lack of reward in the end. He was definitely having trouble with determining the suspects of the case, but for now, he would stay in the bar to clear his mind with more booze, continue searching the Fire Kingdom tommorow, then move on with whatever leads he may have.
WHOOSH
He jolted his eyes open in utter shock, lifting his head from the table almost immediately at the cold chill of death kissing his neck before passing by to do the same to other bystanders. He hadn't felt something that possessed such utter power before, unless there was-...
He turned his head slowly to see a large figure, sitting in one of the chairs of the Prancing Quig.
"What the hell is that?!?!" He screamed outwards with a raspier voice, making his tone very harsh. The crowd had glanced at Breen for a little due to Breen startling them via him screaming at the top of his lungs with a shocked expression attached to his face, but became disinterested and resumed to stare in complete silence at the large, demonic figure instead. Breen stood up from his chair, grabbing his dust-covered glasses off of the dirty, old, wooden table and proceeded to wipe said dust off of them and put them in front of his widened eyes. He had realized what was going on, while at the same time, he had no idea. A figure of such power... in the Prancing Quig? What's going on? He seemed to be non-hostile, speaking to an Ork of some sort. Jean proceeded to assume that he was just overreacting, but for what reason would he disperse such dark energy, was a reason beyond what his investigation skills could give him. Hopefully, he wouldn't stop to notice him, despite him screaming all the way across the Quig in a unmannerly tone. He struggled with tearing away his gaze but managed to sit down back in his seat and wipe away his shocked expression.
He would stare down the table, thinking of any possible suspects related to his previous thoughts that had been interrupted by the large and powerful figure.
"The Dark Kingdom is the main Kingdom for getting poison, but there would be no motive..." Breen said quietly to himself while succumbing to habit and rubbing his chin in confusion. He often said things out loud, that way he could have thoughts in two different places and overall make him feel like he has more room in his brain to organize his thoughts. The suspect would have to be a thief then, stealing poison from the Dark Kingdom, but if the suspect wasn't from the other Kingdoms and was working on his own plans...
"That would make him... Kingdomless?"
"That's impossible... the only Kingdom this guy could belong to was the Dark Kingdom, it had to be it..." Breen pondered to himself quietly while rubbing sweat droplets from his forehead.
Breen continued to ramble on to himself, trying to reason with his own gut instincts, zoning out in to his thoughts in the process. He proceeded to think about his plans on where to follow his lead before he inevitably hit another dead end.
"Alright, it's settled then. I'll go to the Dark Kingdom in about a week and get my answers there, it's the only way they could have gotten the poison." Breen said, albeit with a slight tone of doubt and regret in his voice and a grim expression, showing his utter exhaustion.
He returned to drinking his bottle of booze, hoping it would help him, but it would only end up letting him down and making him a mindless drunk later on
Added a tiny bit more of detail, scattered throughout the post
Also removed that paragraph where he sliced that table in half
Elephantom
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
..... I have an eye infection.
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
That sucks.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Well, I thought I had a bad day today.
Everybody is suddenly acting really weird towards me or being hostile in a low-key way.
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
No, that's just weird.
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
*sob*
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
Ok, whatever, I'm just gonna go ahead and post it, assuming I fixed everything necessary and added the proper amount of detail.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
It's all right, everybody's weird at one point in their lives. I'm just wondering why so many people had to be weird at the same time.
BubbleButt
TFW 8 seconds have passed after Za Warudo
Because Earth is weird in general, so is the human race.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
I wish it was the cute kind of weird, but all I get is the hostile kind of weird.
Nogoodname
Did nothing wrong
I could start being creepy weird if that helps
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
You finished with your post, idiosa?
Nogoodname
Did nothing wrong
Yee, the collab is finished shadowz is just error checking.
also sorry preemptively, but we were already writing the collab when your post came up so basically Emi's gonna be all "nice to meet you and all but one sec the literal king of demons is talking to me"
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
@Bubblebutts
Jean proceeded to assume that he was just overreacting, but for what reason would he disperse such dark energy, was a reason beyond what his investigation skills could give him.
Breen isn't supposed to recongnize Jean, or know his name — the King usually goes by the pseudonym 'Estevan De Kosta', and other curious faux names.
Another queer flaw that you made was overly dictating the reaction of my character without reading about the reaction of my character, AKA puppeteering. Stray away from that, and you'll be a respectable writer soon enough.
Jean proceeded to assume that he was just overreacting, but for what reason would he disperse such dark energy, was a reason beyond what his investigation skills could give him.
Breen isn't supposed to recongnize Jean, or know his name — the King usually goes by the pseudonym 'Estevan De Kosta', and other curious faux names.
Another queer flaw that you made was overly dictating the reaction of my character without reading about the reaction of my character, AKA puppeteering. Stray away from that, and you'll be a respectable writer soon enough.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Hey, Eleph, do you have websites or youtube channels or anything that shows the experiences of people who had real fights? Also, the experiences of people in historical re-enactments in the medieval ages could help too. Or maybe even the experiences of soldiers in war would help too.
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
That would be extremely queer, and seriously offensive — to Jean, that is. Oh, but that just gives him another card to use — more of an excuse, bluntly.
Do take it into mind that you and shadowz are not the only on table — there is also the orc, the former king, and soon enough, Walter.
Reasonable introductions later, I've decided to separate the conversational circle into two distinct halves:
Emilia and Desh, on one side of the table.
Historical Storyteller
,
archur
,
Elephantom
, on the other side.This is a very solid arrangement that, as I believe, will cater to all our needs.
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Not that I know of, no. But, Heis, no need to sweat yourself too much over any sort of writing sequence. Just do it naturally, and don't litter it with author intrusion or any of this sort; keep it clear, keep it steady. Try to see stuff from the eyes of Walter himself.
And is my seating arrangement correct?
Nogoodname
Did nothing wrong
Sorry, that's the best way I can spin it considering we were already kind of deep in the conversation, ace was also part of the convo don't worry. Sorry we didn't add you but at the time Jean wasn't there.That would be extremely queer, and seriously offensive — to Jean, that is. Oh, but that just gives him another card to use — more of an excuse, bluntly.
Do take it into mind that you and shadowz are not the only on table — there is also the orc, the former king, and soon enough, Walter.
Reasonable introductions later, I've decided to separate the conversational circle into two distinct halves:
Emilia and Desh, on one side of the table.
This is a very solid arrangement that, as I believe, will cater to all our needs.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
That would be extremely queer, and seriously offensive — to Jean, that is. Oh, but that just gives him another card to use — more of an excuse, bluntly.
Do take it into mind that you and shadowz are not the only on table — there is also the orc, the former king, and soon enough, Walter.
Reasonable introductions later, I've decided to separate the conversational circle into two distinct halves:
Emilia and Desh, on one side of the table.
This is a very solid arrangement that, as I believe, will cater to all our needs.
Yeah, its all good. I don't know if I can post today because I have to sleep right now since I have to go to school early.
See you, Eleph!
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Sorry? This is an amateurish blunder, and even more so considering the fact that I try my best to readily inform people of my plans.
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Sleep, Heis, sleep. And may the fourth be with you.
archur
watch for the flash
No, we had a collaboration up long before you posted, so this was after the fact.
Do not fret, we have a surprise for you soon.
Soon.
