Echo: Gangplank Galleon
Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2022 1:40 pm
Echo I.I
Stone walls led him down a stark hallway as the wolf marched, blades drawn as he gripped the hilts tight and continued toward the destination at the end. Rickter was so close now, so very close to the end of this damn maze, and about ready to reach his prize once he had finally turned a corner into the last corridor. It had been a nightmare trying to get through this place, guards in black armor everywhere tried to stop him when he was spotted, and fights had already ensued before the wolf had dispatched them with ease.
Yet it was the antechamber he reached that revealed what would be the final opponent of this damnable castle, a knight whose blackened armor was adorned with a dark cape with a red crest designed across it. The knight drew out two heavy-looking swords and held them each in one hand, clearly proficient with their weight as he didn't seem phased by them in the slightest. That was fine. Rickter had his own expertise with his weaponry, and would make short work of this asshole before long. Walking into the center of the chamber the wolf flourished his blades in front of him, as the knight wasted no time in charging directly toward his opponent. There was no audible voice or breath distinguishable from the knight either, just the clamor of his plated mail before he went in for the first strike.
Rickter deflected it with a mere parry of the left sword, just as his opponent's secondary weapon came around from the other side. Another block allowed the wolf to kick at the chest of his opponent, the force only enough to merely stagger the knight in question, before the wolf drew closer in for the killing slash right then and there. With a clean cut straight through his enemy the knight's bodily figure split in two from above the waistline, before his corporeal form burst into black smoke, and the armor he wore disintegrated away like dust within the air behind him. Finally. He had finished his objective, and now all that remained was to find the one trapped here. Satisfied with his excursion to cull the enemies in this place, Rickter's arms gave a brief flick around the wrists, the two bastard swords he wielded dissipating with a flash of aether as he straightened up.
Looking from where his opponent fell his eyes turned toward a large satchel at the end of the chamber, the fabric moving and stretching as though something inside beckoned for freedom. Those bastards... They intended to remove his beloved from here, before he could arrive to stop them! Well, the joke was on them, for the wolf had ensured none survived on his warpath down below here. Thus when he approached the twitching satchel Rickter reached at the lower back of his waist, pulling a knife out from the belt of his raiment so that he could cut the bonds around the sack, and release the one inside of it from their prison of fabric. How lucky he was to have arrived in such a timely manner, but if only...
A servant of the House crawled out of the bag, her hair an entangled mess and the clothes she wore dirtied from the treatment she'd endured. Nevertheless, the woman came out wide-eyed and relieved to see him, a hand locked around his forearm as the wolf's eyes grew wary of her. "Oh thank you! Thank you m' lord!!"
"Where is the prince?!" He inquired desperately if not with an underlying hint of fury, the servant's eyes widening a little more at the inquiry.
"I'm sorry, m' lord, but your prince has been taken to another castle!" She exclaimed woefully with her hands brought to her chest, the wolf quick to growl as he diverted his gaze to the nearest wall instead. Those fucking bastards! They had stalled him then, a delay tactic to ensure the wolf never reached his beloved... least not here. It was when he heard the laugh of another man that he glared, before his eyes fell upon that of Callen McCenry once more.
"The fuck are you doin' here!?" He barked as the man in the trenchcoat raised his hands passively, if not still with an amused grin on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'd just thought that by now you'd realize..." He left it in the air for a moment for Rickter to try and figure it out, the wolf's eyes locked on him before he eyed the maiden he'd just rescued. The lady merely eyed him as if he were insane now, perhaps from the fact he likely talked to himself even here; in this place no less. But then it dawned on him.
"FUCK!!" He swore at the top of his lungs as he remembered, his blue eyes on Callen once more as he rested his hands at his hips bitterly. "This is a fuckin' dream innit?" The wolf nodded to himself in affirmation of what it truly was, eyeing Callen specifically as he received another few short chuckles for his behavior. "Oh fuck off!"
"I honestly thought you had it since you were doing so good!" Callen shrugged still beaming with a grin, while Rickter might've blushed a little bit in response. He did storm the castle heroically just to save an essential maid. Looking back to her now to see that she had disappeared all the more confirmed he was simply dreaming, lucidly now, and aware of the fact he was within the realm of dreams once more. "You ready, then?"
Rickter gave an exasperated sigh before folding his arms over one another, not quite yet ready to focus on what he really came here to do just yet. "Fine... Let's do this thing."
(Searing 3) Sundered Rise 3, 122nd Year, A.o.S.
Yet it was the antechamber he reached that revealed what would be the final opponent of this damnable castle, a knight whose blackened armor was adorned with a dark cape with a red crest designed across it. The knight drew out two heavy-looking swords and held them each in one hand, clearly proficient with their weight as he didn't seem phased by them in the slightest. That was fine. Rickter had his own expertise with his weaponry, and would make short work of this asshole before long. Walking into the center of the chamber the wolf flourished his blades in front of him, as the knight wasted no time in charging directly toward his opponent. There was no audible voice or breath distinguishable from the knight either, just the clamor of his plated mail before he went in for the first strike.
Rickter deflected it with a mere parry of the left sword, just as his opponent's secondary weapon came around from the other side. Another block allowed the wolf to kick at the chest of his opponent, the force only enough to merely stagger the knight in question, before the wolf drew closer in for the killing slash right then and there. With a clean cut straight through his enemy the knight's bodily figure split in two from above the waistline, before his corporeal form burst into black smoke, and the armor he wore disintegrated away like dust within the air behind him. Finally. He had finished his objective, and now all that remained was to find the one trapped here. Satisfied with his excursion to cull the enemies in this place, Rickter's arms gave a brief flick around the wrists, the two bastard swords he wielded dissipating with a flash of aether as he straightened up.
Looking from where his opponent fell his eyes turned toward a large satchel at the end of the chamber, the fabric moving and stretching as though something inside beckoned for freedom. Those bastards... They intended to remove his beloved from here, before he could arrive to stop them! Well, the joke was on them, for the wolf had ensured none survived on his warpath down below here. Thus when he approached the twitching satchel Rickter reached at the lower back of his waist, pulling a knife out from the belt of his raiment so that he could cut the bonds around the sack, and release the one inside of it from their prison of fabric. How lucky he was to have arrived in such a timely manner, but if only...
A servant of the House crawled out of the bag, her hair an entangled mess and the clothes she wore dirtied from the treatment she'd endured. Nevertheless, the woman came out wide-eyed and relieved to see him, a hand locked around his forearm as the wolf's eyes grew wary of her. "Oh thank you! Thank you m' lord!!"
"Where is the prince?!" He inquired desperately if not with an underlying hint of fury, the servant's eyes widening a little more at the inquiry.
"I'm sorry, m' lord, but your prince has been taken to another castle!" She exclaimed woefully with her hands brought to her chest, the wolf quick to growl as he diverted his gaze to the nearest wall instead. Those fucking bastards! They had stalled him then, a delay tactic to ensure the wolf never reached his beloved... least not here. It was when he heard the laugh of another man that he glared, before his eyes fell upon that of Callen McCenry once more.
"The fuck are you doin' here!?" He barked as the man in the trenchcoat raised his hands passively, if not still with an amused grin on his face.
"Oh I'm sorry, I'd just thought that by now you'd realize..." He left it in the air for a moment for Rickter to try and figure it out, the wolf's eyes locked on him before he eyed the maiden he'd just rescued. The lady merely eyed him as if he were insane now, perhaps from the fact he likely talked to himself even here; in this place no less. But then it dawned on him.
"FUCK!!" He swore at the top of his lungs as he remembered, his blue eyes on Callen once more as he rested his hands at his hips bitterly. "This is a fuckin' dream innit?" The wolf nodded to himself in affirmation of what it truly was, eyeing Callen specifically as he received another few short chuckles for his behavior. "Oh fuck off!"
"I honestly thought you had it since you were doing so good!" Callen shrugged still beaming with a grin, while Rickter might've blushed a little bit in response. He did storm the castle heroically just to save an essential maid. Looking back to her now to see that she had disappeared all the more confirmed he was simply dreaming, lucidly now, and aware of the fact he was within the realm of dreams once more. "You ready, then?"
Rickter gave an exasperated sigh before folding his arms over one another, not quite yet ready to focus on what he really came here to do just yet. "Fine... Let's do this thing."
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Rickter" "Callen"
"Rickter" "Callen"
