Seven Horns of the Apocalypse(Private roleplay between JamesKring and Sarah72)

(Private roleplay between JamesKring and Sarah72)

The old age is over. The fires that cleansed the world was as old as the humanity that had built the foundation that would be there doom.

Religious conflicts mixed with the misuse of the national environment had placed the world on the road of a war that no one could win. Now where there had been large cities built to honor the power of the nation that had built them, only remnants were left. Dotting the landscape in a sad homage to a fallen time.

Or that was at least what Vladimir had always been told by his father, who was told by his father, and so on. To over a hundred years Vladimir family had moved from area and area searching for what they could savageness as they lived each day hiding from the raiders, and cannibals that laid in wait for unwary travelers.

JameKring said:

(Private roleplay between JamesKring and Sarah72)

The old age is over. The fires that cleansed the world was as old as the humanity that had built the foundation that would be there doom.

Religious conflicts mixed with the misuse of the national environment had placed the world on the road of a war that no one could win. Now where there had been large cities built to honor the power of the nation that had built them, only remnants were left. Dotting the landscape in a sad homage to a fallen time.

Or that was at least what Vladimir had always been told by his father, who was told by his father, and so on. To over a hundred years Vladimir family had moved from area and area searching for what they could savageness as they lived each day hiding from the raiders, and cannibals that laid in wait for unwary travelers.

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"Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."-----Terry Pratchett

Lighting cracked across the sky with spider web tentacles arching from rolling cloud to rolling cloud as the sky seemingly poured tons of water continually through the darkness. Kara Nyle pulled the black hooded cloak around her body even tighter around her body while she trudged through the darkness towards the dimly glowing lights of the village at the bottom of the continually twisting mountain pass. For the hundredth , no the thousandth time…well, it didn’t matter anyway Kara thought. It was noon in the middle of summer, but what did that mean any more, the world was bathed in continual darkness, continual rain and…..she sighed again…continual misery.

Deep in the hidden pocket of her cloak, her hand stroked and turned the smooth stone over and over as she made her way carefully down the lightning illuminated path and even though her mind wondered in its own thought world, her senses were on over time and her other hand was always near the large handle of the lovingly maintained sword that hung close to the leg of her leather pants. Having grown up in a world of darkness, Kara had heard stories from the old ones of a time when blue sky ruled over a bright and sunny world filled with happy things and numerous happy people going about their lives raising families, and…and…those things just were not something that Kara could even comprehend within her spirit. She knew that the human species was rapidly becoming extinct and even the old ones, the old ones, she turned that thought over in her mind.

The old ones, a tag that was given to those survivors who had seen the world before the darkness came and had somehow managed to avoid the darkness and the death that lived within it.

Kara Nyle had been born in a world already dark, she struggled to remember those times and her parents since they had both disappeared…gone…just gone…like most everyone that was important in her life. Kara’s only real memory was that of her white haired grandfather. A very large and stoic man who lived a very raucous life, loved his grand daughter with unbridled fierceness and had trained her until the point that he too…like the others…disappeared…gone…just gone…and the young girl was totally unprepared into a world of death and horror, but by the grace of…what…strength of will…training of her grandfather…luck…whatever it was, Kara had grown into woman of the new world. Her memories of his presence and her life with him came from her life as young girl and came in bursts of horror filled dreams. What Kara knew of her mother, she had learned from her grandfather, her expert use of her sword, her strange ability which Kara didn’t really understand, where it came from or how make it work, all came from the large white haired man who was the only person in her life that ever shown her any love or gentleness.

Her thoughts came to a halt suddenly as her senses picked up something…again…the same something she had felt was following…no…tracking her for some time. Her hand gripped the sword handle tightly, her body tensed..then suddenly, she whipped it out with precision filled experience, spun to her left …..there…..she caught a glimpse of something…darker than dark…but again, it was not there…and again…she had almost saw it… Her anger, for the hundredth time, boiling over, caused her to stomp her boot in the water filled path and her scream filled the night….”DAMN YOU…YOU WANT ME…COME GET ME…LETS FINISH THIS…!!!!!” and once again….as always…only the cracking of lightning and the drenching rain met her anger.

Shoving the sword back into its holder, she fumed as she turned and wound her way down the path towards the light below her…