Post by Alex on Feb 24, 2011 21:48:32 GMT -5
Hey, I mainly made this thread to put my scraps and Teaser's in.
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Valediction [Part: II] {Prologue & Scene 1}
Prologue
Armored hooves beat the well sodden ground, the early morning sun glinted off of ground already stained with blood. Both sides of the battle began to rise in volume, their lustful cries for battle overpowering any rational path of thinking. The blind rage that walks hand in hand with war was the only thought that ran through the minds of the iron clad warriors. With blades drawn and shields poised, both forces felt invincible.
One side was to be the initiator, it was a man no more than the age of forty-two valiantly waving a blue and gold banner. Dressed in leather armor, sporting the colors of his country, he yelled a cry of battle. Pulling a horn form his pouch, signifying that it was time to attack. The sound of armor jingling and swords clanking echoed through the valley. The opposite side answered with a horn of their own, charging forward, green and silver tabards flying furiously. The first man to draw blood was clad in blood-red armour, elegantly trimmed with gold, golden eyes piercing through the narrow slits of his helm. With a sharp 'Slshk' he sank a gleaming blade into the chest of Theodore, ruthlessly ripping his sword away and moving off to attack the next man. Theodore died at the hands of Cael, one of the strongest warriors, renowned for his ferocious lust for battle.
Little did Cael know that the slaying of Theodore would only be a spark in the events that were to unfold. The initiating blow that would plague mankind for years to come.
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{Scene I}
Jace maneuvered swiftly through the streets of manhattan, the world around him becoming a blur. Coffee Shops, Neon Lights, Video Stores, and Liquor Joints all ran together into one big canvas of pastel color. The brown haired modern-day Soldier had his mind set on one thing, and one thing only, the sleek black steel piece he held in his hand should have given away his intentions quite plainly. in his grasp was a standard issue 9mm, however this one was special. It was given to him by Cael, the tyrant of an overlord he followed. Jace honestly thought nothing of it, all he needed to do was kill, it mattered little how he did it or with what he performed it. But off in the distance Jace cut through the crowd and saw his target. An older man with white hair slicked back and styled in a way that reminded him of a cat. The man had narrow and angled features, the years of countless business meetings had taken a toll on his body and his skin began to droop down in heavy bags. But, it only deepened his expression, a face that commanded respect and did so with intimidation. The harsh methods and fear-factors however were not the reason jace was here to kill this man, instead it was because this man threatened the Brotherhood's firearm distribution. The buying and selling of illegal weapons was quite prosperous in manhattan these days, and Cael was top dog when it came to the 'biz' as he called it. The overlord quickly eliminated anyone who threatened the 'biz', and Jace was usually the one doing the eliminating.
The golden haired boy came within range of the white haired soul and quickly twisted a silencer on the end of his weapon. In this crowd people would defenitely hear a shot, but with a silencer whoever fired the shot would go unnoticed. Dressed in casual blue jeans, the dark wash kind that most hipsters wore nowadays, and a Van Halen T-shirt covered in a black hoodie, Jace fit right into the crowd. nobody even threw a second glance his way, this worked to Jace's advantage, he didn't even bother to conceal his gun. Jace ducked and spun to the right, instantly placing himself five feet in the opposite direction and brought up his hand, the chamber already loaded. Jace set up his sights, golden eyes gleaming in the buzz of the manhattan nightlife, and without shame, without remorse, and without a second thought, the man not much older than nineteen pulled the trigger. Taking a mans life with a single bullet through the back of the head. He grinned and ducked into an empty alleyway, within seconds he vanished. Leaving no trace of his work, the bullet had glided through the skull and flew out the other side. Placing the bullet in the coffee shop across the street and the casing in Jace's pocket. He was a ghost, unseen and unnoticed.
One side was to be the initiator, it was a man no more than the age of forty-two valiantly waving a blue and gold banner. Dressed in leather armor, sporting the colors of his country, he yelled a cry of battle. Pulling a horn form his pouch, signifying that it was time to attack. The sound of armor jingling and swords clanking echoed through the valley. The opposite side answered with a horn of their own, charging forward, green and silver tabards flying furiously. The first man to draw blood was clad in blood-red armour, elegantly trimmed with gold, golden eyes piercing through the narrow slits of his helm. With a sharp 'Slshk' he sank a gleaming blade into the chest of Theodore, ruthlessly ripping his sword away and moving off to attack the next man. Theodore died at the hands of Cael, one of the strongest warriors, renowned for his ferocious lust for battle.
Little did Cael know that the slaying of Theodore would only be a spark in the events that were to unfold. The initiating blow that would plague mankind for years to come.
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{Scene I}
Jace maneuvered swiftly through the streets of manhattan, the world around him becoming a blur. Coffee Shops, Neon Lights, Video Stores, and Liquor Joints all ran together into one big canvas of pastel color. The brown haired modern-day Soldier had his mind set on one thing, and one thing only, the sleek black steel piece he held in his hand should have given away his intentions quite plainly. in his grasp was a standard issue 9mm, however this one was special. It was given to him by Cael, the tyrant of an overlord he followed. Jace honestly thought nothing of it, all he needed to do was kill, it mattered little how he did it or with what he performed it. But off in the distance Jace cut through the crowd and saw his target. An older man with white hair slicked back and styled in a way that reminded him of a cat. The man had narrow and angled features, the years of countless business meetings had taken a toll on his body and his skin began to droop down in heavy bags. But, it only deepened his expression, a face that commanded respect and did so with intimidation. The harsh methods and fear-factors however were not the reason jace was here to kill this man, instead it was because this man threatened the Brotherhood's firearm distribution. The buying and selling of illegal weapons was quite prosperous in manhattan these days, and Cael was top dog when it came to the 'biz' as he called it. The overlord quickly eliminated anyone who threatened the 'biz', and Jace was usually the one doing the eliminating.
The golden haired boy came within range of the white haired soul and quickly twisted a silencer on the end of his weapon. In this crowd people would defenitely hear a shot, but with a silencer whoever fired the shot would go unnoticed. Dressed in casual blue jeans, the dark wash kind that most hipsters wore nowadays, and a Van Halen T-shirt covered in a black hoodie, Jace fit right into the crowd. nobody even threw a second glance his way, this worked to Jace's advantage, he didn't even bother to conceal his gun. Jace ducked and spun to the right, instantly placing himself five feet in the opposite direction and brought up his hand, the chamber already loaded. Jace set up his sights, golden eyes gleaming in the buzz of the manhattan nightlife, and without shame, without remorse, and without a second thought, the man not much older than nineteen pulled the trigger. Taking a mans life with a single bullet through the back of the head. He grinned and ducked into an empty alleyway, within seconds he vanished. Leaving no trace of his work, the bullet had glided through the skull and flew out the other side. Placing the bullet in the coffee shop across the street and the casing in Jace's pocket. He was a ghost, unseen and unnoticed.