OOC: i'm gonna use a race i sorta made up...humanoid feline, you get the picture... here's a bit of an
intro comic for y'all. the race are called chantha, and the two main things of note are that they are instinctive vampire hunters and slayers, (their blood has a similar effect as holy water) and they have an instinctive fear of shadow monsters. hurin carries a sword that is possessed by a tempestuous dragon spirit, and often has trouble controlling it...caused him to kill his family in his sleeep... any ways, /OOC
Hurin Tharaka had no idea where he was. for that matter, he had no idea why he was surrounded by a troop of dead goblins. and he cretainly didn't want to know why there were chantha-bite sized chunks taken out of a number of the hapless greenskins.Hurin shuddered with revulsion and got his waterskin to wash the taste out of his mouth. he spat the tainted liquid out on the ground and watched it soak into the dry, cracked soil.
"something's wrong." Hurin muttered to himself. it was a habit he'd picked up the past three years of solitary travelling, and not one he was aware of. unable to discern what was causing his unease, the young chantha strolled several meters away from the cooling bodies of the goblins and sat down, determined to enjoy his few hours of respite from the old monster.
the dragon needed to sleep after any prolonged... activity, and Hurin was loathe to waste the precious time he had when he didn't have to fight it's constant pressure on his mind. there was something really...wrong about this place. what was it?
Hurin unbuckled the sword from his back, and flopped down on the dusty ground, staring at the blue sky, and breathed in the gritty air.
gritty AIR?
but it was, not just the dust from the plains, but traces of all sorts of unnatural smells, smells that didn't belong. something was very wrong indeed! some foul sorcery, no doubt! The Dragon!
"Dragon! Wake!" Hurin shouted into the cavern of his mind. "You old devil, what have you done this time?" slowly, the cavern filled with an enormous presence, almost feeling like it was crowding him out of his own skull. "WHY THOU CALL ME?" the booming mind-voice echoed about his skull.
"Where are we, fiend! what ungodly place have you magicked me away to?" Gods, smell the air! "A SHINING PORTAL, THROUGH. FOLLOWED THE GREEN ONES, I. HUNTED THEM, I."
"which direction is this portal you black hearted fiend!"
"KNOW NOT, I. CLOSED, IT DID."
wonderful. "Thank you, you devil, for landing me in some hell-scented wasteland. i shall curse you as my bones bleach in this hatefully hot sun!"hurin stood, and peered at the horizon in all directions. in the heat haze, hw thought he could see some sort of buildings. a town, perhaps?
grumbling, hurin set out towards what he fervently hoped wasn't some heat-induced imagining. "i swear, Dragon, one day i shall discover a way to cast you out, and i shall have you imprisoned in a - a - snail!"
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