Revelation
Chaotic Lands, Ghoza:
Ghoza is the city of new beginnings. No one there has a past or future. It is known as both a safe haven to the hated and hell to the loved. A maze of a city filled with endless back-alleys and ominous buildings.
Thugs, shady merchants, and street urchins plague the city. The endless night is filled with chatters and roars as news of games and death spread from the tongues of it's citizens.
Ghoza is the city of new beginnings. No one there has a past or future. It is known as both a safe haven to the hated and hell to the loved. A maze of a city filled with endless back-alleys and ominous buildings.
Thugs, shady merchants, and street urchins plague the city. The endless night is filled with chatters and roars as news of games and death spread from the tongues of it's citizens.
A single bar lies open on Crow Street, the Broken Spleen. A collection of thugs looking for money and fighters looking for fame filling the bar. A group of shady looking men sit at a table in the back-corner of the ill-lit building. A single man stands out from them, his tanned skin and bald head bringing attention towards him and his loud outcries.
Tanned Man: The Ghoza games are gonna be a piece of cake this year, none of the wimps I saw signing up can take me on.
_A confident grin plastered on his face, his rotted teeth showing beneath his smile. The two other men with him clap and cheer like drones. as they laugh and boast to the tavern patrons. As if his presence commanded the attention of all, a shadowy figure walks into the vibrant and bustling building, no visible features being seen under the tan cloak adorning his body_
_A confident grin plastered on his face, his rotted teeth showing beneath his smile. The two other men with him clap and cheer like drones. as they laugh and boast to the tavern patrons. As if his presence commanded the attention of all, a shadowy figure walks into the vibrant and bustling building, no visible features being seen under the tan cloak adorning his body_
_An ominous aura leaks from the shadowy man as he walks towards a table in the back. The patrons, all growing quiet, seemingly drawn to the overwhelming sinister serenity this man radiated. Their eyes follow his every step as he marches to his destination. A single sound cuts through the silence as the tanned man stands in his pathway_
Tanned Man: Hey, hey.... I don't like all that mysterious shit you're pulling. This is my turf and it's 50 coins to pass through he--
_He stands there stupefied, his words cut off as the cloaked man disappeared from sight. He scans the room frantically, half mad and half astonished as he notices the cloaked figure sitting in the same table he had claimed_
Tanned Man: HAHAHAHA, th...that was a cute little trick
_the Grimy man clamors over to the table, placing one leg on a chair near the figure and leaning down close to him. His arm slowly raises so the entire tavern can see the crest of a wolf. Like a switch had been flipped, the tavern was empty. The mere sight of the mark inciting immense fear in the onlookers. The man's disgusting smile plasters his face again_
_the Grimy man clamors over to the table, placing one leg on a chair near the figure and leaning down close to him. His arm slowly raises so the entire tavern can see the crest of a wolf. Like a switch had been flipped, the tavern was empty. The mere sight of the mark inciting immense fear in the onlookers. The man's disgusting smile plasters his face again_
Tanned Man: For that little stunt, it's now 500 coins. You better pay up. It's not good to anger me, they call me Shim Darkwing. I plunged this world into chaos in the past, just imagine what the fuck I could do to you! Didn't you see how quick everyone left? This mark is death for all those who see it!
_He cackles again, a shrill sound of laughter filling the room_
_His henchman cackle and grin menacingly, their pretentious looks oozing false-confidence_
_He cackles again, a shrill sound of laughter filling the room_
_His henchman cackle and grin menacingly, their pretentious looks oozing false-confidence_
henchmen: Yeah! we are the darkwings known as jugan and sai. the blades of death_the figure laughs silently, muttering something under his breath"heh, Jugan and sai...that's funny"
Shim?: I am known as the wolf that dashes through all in my path. Hehehe, I bet you're truly feeling your mistake now huh?
_His confident grin turns to anger at the sound of the figure. A simple chuckle is all that is heard from the cloaked man, veins of anger sprouting on the shiny head of the bandit. The man sets his foot to the ground again, his friends standing behind him, tense with anticipation as they draw their weapons_
_His confident grin turns to anger at the sound of the figure. A simple chuckle is all that is heard from the cloaked man, veins of anger sprouting on the shiny head of the bandit. The man sets his foot to the ground again, his friends standing behind him, tense with anticipation as they draw their weapons_
_The tanned man begins to draw his blade, a brief flash of light is all that is seen before a hand is through his chest. The hood of the cloaked man fell. The henchmen were both lying on the ground, their heart's neatly piled on the ground. The tanned man looks into his killer's eyes, blazing fury being sent to his core. He glances down as he notices a lion with a flaming mane emblazoned on the man's arm_
Shadowy Figure: First mistake, the symbol of the Darkwings isn't a wolf. it's a lion with a mane of fire crushing all that lies before it. Second, Shim wasn't some bald headed, fat ass, with fucked up teeth. He was a majestic symbol of beauty that struck awe in those that gazed upon him. 2nd mistake, JEGAN AND SCI were not known as th e blades of death, they are the blades that DEFY death, but your biggest mistake...was thinking you could use my name...and be that...FUCKING...weak.
_Before the mistake could be realized, his heart is crushed. His lifeless body slumped to the ground, as Shim steps on his body shooting an amused look to the bartender. A sadistic smile filling his face as the light finally illuminates him_
_He saunters to the door, streaming back into the endless night of the city_
What is a name? Is it a way to identify the masses of life known as people? Is it a self satisfying title that all possess? NO! It is the pride and tether that a soul possesses! It is the identity given and the treasure that every man possess and cherishes. It is the one everlasting truth of the world that has not been corrupted by sin, but what is a soul?
Authors Note: images will be added at a later date
story written by: https://plus.google.com/u/0/collection/QiNsEB
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