Borderlands
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Borderlands
by Renji Sat Jul 04, 2009 5:58 pm
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A figure darted between the trees of an ancient forest. His steps light and swift. Behind him the sound of horns split the air. The rumbling seeming to spur him on. Faster he ran. Behind him the ground rumbled with the sound of a thousand footsteps, charging in unison. For leagues spread out through the forest horns shrill cries were answered by more cries. The forest lay situated around a large hill, that curved perfectly on all sides. As the figure was running down the slope he looked over his shoulder just briefly. As he did the first of the hordes appeared over the crest of the hill. Huge creatures, the smallest standing at about 6'11”, all wearing crude black armour with a red crescent painted on the chest plate. The horns sounded again as the man ran.
The wind caught the hood of his cloak, pulling it back to reveal long silver blonde hair, now trailing in the wind as he ran. His face was soft, but had a stern expression, that made his features seem hard. His eyes glimmered the palest of blues, seeming almost colourless. Under his arm was tucked a package tightly wrapped in cloth. His pace increased as the creatures bounded down the hill after him. Each one easily matching the stride of a galloping horse. As the gap shrunk between the horde and the running man, a figure dressed in a long flowing black robe, a cowl hiding its face, appeared on the back of a horse, stood amongst the creatures. A high pitched almost inaudible screech ripped through the air as the cloaked figure charged down the hill. A sign lay not to far in front of the man. He seemed to push himself harder as he grew nearer. With a triumphant yell he passed the sign and carried on running. The horde and cloaked figure all skidded to a stop just before the sign, all of them wailing except the cloaked figure who seemed to stare into the distance before kicking its horse around and charging off the hill. The running man looked back and smiled to himself.
The sign was written in scrawled hand writing, in what looked like blood. It had twin skulls drawn crudely onto it. It read:
A figure darted between the trees of an ancient forest. His steps light and swift. Behind him the sound of horns split the air. The rumbling seeming to spur him on. Faster he ran. Behind him the ground rumbled with the sound of a thousand footsteps, charging in unison. For leagues spread out through the forest horns shrill cries were answered by more cries. The forest lay situated around a large hill, that curved perfectly on all sides. As the figure was running down the slope he looked over his shoulder just briefly. As he did the first of the hordes appeared over the crest of the hill. Huge creatures, the smallest standing at about 6'11”, all wearing crude black armour with a red crescent painted on the chest plate. The horns sounded again as the man ran.
The wind caught the hood of his cloak, pulling it back to reveal long silver blonde hair, now trailing in the wind as he ran. His face was soft, but had a stern expression, that made his features seem hard. His eyes glimmered the palest of blues, seeming almost colourless. Under his arm was tucked a package tightly wrapped in cloth. His pace increased as the creatures bounded down the hill after him. Each one easily matching the stride of a galloping horse. As the gap shrunk between the horde and the running man, a figure dressed in a long flowing black robe, a cowl hiding its face, appeared on the back of a horse, stood amongst the creatures. A high pitched almost inaudible screech ripped through the air as the cloaked figure charged down the hill. A sign lay not to far in front of the man. He seemed to push himself harder as he grew nearer. With a triumphant yell he passed the sign and carried on running. The horde and cloaked figure all skidded to a stop just before the sign, all of them wailing except the cloaked figure who seemed to stare into the distance before kicking its horse around and charging off the hill. The running man looked back and smiled to himself.
The sign was written in scrawled hand writing, in what looked like blood. It had twin skulls drawn crudely onto it. It read:
WELCOME TO THE BORDERLANDS.
Renji- Spectral Light
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Renji- Spectral Light
- Join date : 2009-05-21
Posts : 325
Age : 34
Location : England
Renji- Spectral Light
- Join date : 2009-05-21
Posts : 325
Age : 34
Location : England
Re: Borderlands
by Dio the Awesome Sun Jul 05, 2009 10:47 pm
Stay your hand from the trash bin, good sir.
I would love to say I'm interested, but I think I have like, 6 or 8 RP's under my belt already. But I know that there are several new people coming, maybe one or two a day. They'll need something to do.
If you're short a player, I wouldn't mind joining, maybe as a small time character.
I would love to say I'm interested, but I think I have like, 6 or 8 RP's under my belt already. But I know that there are several new people coming, maybe one or two a day. They'll need something to do.
If you're short a player, I wouldn't mind joining, maybe as a small time character.
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Posts : 1083
Age : 36
Location : Canada
Re: Borderlands
by Renji Mon Jul 06, 2009 6:03 am
Nah its ok, I'm working on something bigger now anyway.
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Posts : 325
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