Thread: Closed

Several days ealier ...Crouching down Priest Cross gazed at the corpse of a woman, who was torn into two from her waist. Her top half laid rotting as it seemed she had died about a week or so ago before he had came. This seemed to be an occuring theme since Pastor Cross began his journey to the Kingdoms. Trolls.. Cross whisper as he stood up, pulling out a bible from his cloak, he took off his hood. Saying a small prayer for the women, he stood up as he made his way deeper into the town. This town famous for its church, the priest of this church was a dear friend of Cross. Recently the priest of the church had been mailing countless letters to Cross by pigeons. Warning him of some kind of evil that was going to befall the land. At first he didn't believe him, truly he had to be mistaken, but seeing the town that he had visited about a month ago in ruins now, he finally believed him. Picking up the pace, he saw more corpses, some even more brutally murdered than the woman whom was at the entrance to the town. Cross feared the worse for his dear friend. Quickly he made his way to the church, only to find that it had been completely destroyed. Though that wasn't the most disturbing thing, hanging upon what seemed like the only wooden pole that survived of the church, was the priest. He was impaled upon it. Looking away for a brief moment, Cross squeezed his fist. I'm...sorry..I couldn't make it in time.. he said as he fell to his knees. After a few minutes he found the strength to finally stand up. Taking down the priest, and gathering up the corpses of the villagers, he buried all of their bodies...at least what was left of them...right behind the ruins of the church. Giving them all a prayer, he promise to not only avenge them, but to make sure that this wouldn't happened to anyone else. Seeing this massacre shocked and frighten the Priest. Not for his own life, he could care less about his life, but he feared for the lives of the church goers of his town, as well as the orphans that his church housed. He knew he should have probably been back in his own town, guarding it, but he had a journey of his own to make. What good was protecting his church and town, if he couldn't do the same for others. Seeing that he couldn't be everywhere at once, he sent messages to the king to sent aid. Not hearing any responses after a few days, he decided to head to the royal castle himself to talk to the king in person. Amen... The priest said as he closed his bible, finishing his prayer for the fallen members of the town. As he was about to leave the town, and continue his journey, he heard some clapping noises followed by a cruel sinister voice. Amen...!!! Y'know..that was the last words said by that priest too..before I planted him up on that wooden pole!! Hahahahahhaha The laughter of the Troll seemed to echoed throughout the destroyed town. Turning around slowly the priest gazed at the troll with bloodlust in his eyes. Oh..was a friend of yours? I'm sorry! the troll laughed as he started to dance in circles almost as if he was having fun. I guess he was a friend of everyone here! Y'know before we came that lady you see outside...was screaming...I'm pretty sure you know what lady I'm talking about! He obviously meant the corpse outside. But I don't think she's a lady anymore..haha..oh you could hear her cries! Screaming..for the priest to flee the town. Oh priest...Ro...AHHHHHHHHHHHH Before the troll could finish the name of the priest, a cross shaped knife flew into his mouth as it was planted right into his tongue. You will never..mention his name from that filthily mouth of yours.. With his hood over his head, Priest Cross walked towards the troll, he looked more so like a demon than a priest. His eyes filled with rages. The troll bent over on the ground pulled the dagger from his tongue, but there was still pain as it seemed his tongue was burning. YOU DAMNED PRIEST...! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.. the troll said, but because of his damaged tongue his words were just gibberish. Looking up from the ground, the troll was about to grab a club from his waist, but he was too late as the priest managed to draw his weapon even faster, slicing his head clean right off with a short sword that was concealed in his cloak. Moving over to the fallen head, he planted his foot on it, squeezing down on the served head, he quickly removed his foot from the head, picking it up by the trolls hair, with that he left the town with a bad taste in his mouth. I can't delay this trip any longer.. He knew he had to hurry and fast to the kingdom...... Inside the the castle walls present day The king sat on his throne as a council was being held. Usually during this time of the day, some villagers would come and meet with the king and his council members to discuss the problems they faced. The kings throne was on top of a small platform. Below it right next to him stood, the kings guard. Ragnar . Ragnar had saved the king numerous times in battle some years before during the great war, the king owed his life to him. Ragnar was known as the kings mad dog. All he knew since he was born was killing, and he was great at it. Please your grace..the gods haven't been good with the seasons. There have been no rainfall for a while, and my crops they are dying.. said a farmer, who wanted some water from the storage house in the kingdom for his crops. Sighing, the king shook his head. Okay..you may have five buckets of water..! he said waving his hand for the farmer to be removed, from the room. But..but.. the farmer started, knowing that wouldn't be enough water for his crops, but before he could say anything he was removed by one of the guards. Next! he king said, when suddenly the entrance to the room, was kicked opened. Everyone instantly turned to see what was going on. Some guards threw there swords, as well as Ragnar to make sure he would be ready to protect the king. What madness is this! Who dares enter my royal council room uninvited. I am sorry..your grace...A Priest enters unannounced..but what he has to say will save the kingdoms and countless villages... Cross said as he enters in. The king softly sits down. A priest..? You don't look like a priest..does this priest have a name? Taking off his head, everyone was a bit taken back by Cross' appearance. No..I have long since abandoned my name...the orphans and the churchgoers call me Priest Cross...