The Grand Temple

Hylius

Soul of Cinder
"..."

It was around 12:00 PM. It was cloudy, dark and gloomy altogether. A soft breeze blew over a small, abandoned graveyard. It was dead silent, so silent that it was unsettling. Not a single living creature dared to ever come close to it, as this place was devoid of life in any capacity. Animals had no reason to be there, as aside from a bunch of dead trees there were no plants for herbivores to eat, and as there were no herbivores there were no carnivores to make them their prey. Yes, indeed... This place truly was abandoned.

But, strangely enough... There was someone laying there. Presumably a corpse. The body had not moved an inch and it did not look like the person was breathing. However, he was not laying inside one of the graves, so what was the corpse doing there...? But it was all too clear later on that the person was actually alive... Or at least he was acting like he was. After all, the mysterious young man had opened his eyes... Maybe he was pretending to be alive, he was one of the undead creatures that had roamed the lands since... A long time ago. Well, not that it mattered. There was no living human anymore to tell the tale. So what was the point of keeping track of time? It's not like any undead creature had any sanity or intelligence higher than that of a brain-damaged monkey.

In any case, the man now decided to stand up. He quickly realized that there was something wrong with him... Yes, he had no memories left. None whatsoever. His name, his age, his place of birth, his background... Nothing. He looked at his hands... Or well, rather, his gloves. They were the gloves of a swordsman, and soon he realized that he had a sword with him. At the very least, he had something to protect himself... But would that alone be enough? The man was very confused and had no idea about his whereabouts... Death could be around any corner, for all he knew.

After looking around for a while, he finally decided to move. The landscape that he landed into was... Depressing. He realized that there was no life around him whatsoever, it gave him the chills. This land was nothing more than a wasteland now. Considering the dead trees he saw, it may have been a flourishing, beautiful landscape at one point, with flora and fauna covering the the earth... But now it was nothing but the aura of death. This land was forsaken, a mere shell of its former, glorious self.

As he crossed the land, he noticed a single, small, miserable puddle of water. It probably was the only small bit of water in the area, and it looked like water that would cause somebody to get all kinds of nasty diseases if they drank it. He looked at the puddle of water, seeing a reflection of himself. His long hair, tied up in a small ponytail, that was as dark-blue as the night sky... His light brown eyes, that looked almost orange, as if they represented fire itself... He now at least remembered what he looked like. However, he still had no clue about his identity, and seeing his reflection did not help him with that... Just who was this young man?

He continued to walk. There were more dead trees, and still no signs of life whatsoever. What he did not realize, however, was that there was something hiding behind one of those trees... And it was not exactly someone looking to be friends with him. In fact, it was quite the opposite... The creature behind the tree was an undead, someone who had already fully lost themselves. When the young man continued to walk, the undead rushed towards him, and grabbed him right at his throat... The young man was shocked when he suddenly was jumped on, causing him to fall at the ground. He could not reach his sword and the undead held his throat tightly... And then, the undead gruesomely tore his head off. It was not even fifteen minutes after the young man had awakened, but here he was, immediately killed... There was no way that he would be able to survive being decapitated...

Right?

Well, you're not exactly wrong... But you're not right, either. Indeed, the young man had died at that moment. In fact, he truly felt the pain of his head being torn off like his body was made out of bread. But only a few moments later, the young man once again was laying in the graveyard, his head attached to the rest of his body again... As if nothing had happened. No pain, no wounds, not even a scratch to his body... He woke up once again, remembering that painful experience. He bolted upwards, reaching to his sword, still thinking the undead was close. But it appeared that the coast was clear... Just what was going on?
 

Lila Renn

Hell on Earth.
Dying of the Light GM
Playing With Fire GM
The Most Random of Powers GM
The withered, twisted black trees lay infront of the stranger. Grass as dead as the creatures that roamed it. Up ahead, a large stony temple, littered with black metal statues and pillars wrapping around it. It looked to be of Greek origin. But then again.. Looks can be deceiving. The undead flitted to place to place, around The young man.. 'Food.' They thought. The creatures we're hungry and they wanted food.
 
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Hylius

Soul of Cinder
The young man did not like this one bit... He was panicking a little. Who wouldn't after they just were brutally murdered and then came back to life? It was unnatural. He was supposed to just be a dead man, not a dead man walking. But yet, here he was... What was the reason he came back to life just like that? And why was it at this very graveyard once again? Was he cursed...?

In any case, he was back here, but now he was more wary than before. As he expected, death can be around every corner in this forsaken land. And so, he had his hand on his blade at all times, so that he could quickly draw it in case he encountered one of those... things. Talking it out with an undead was obviously impossible, and he was not exactly the smoothest talker anyway... Or was he? He didn't remember, for all he knew he could have been a public speaker for world peace. That wouldn't explain why he is armed, though...

He walked the same route he first did once again. He had nothing and nobody to guide him here, he truly was all on his own. So the best thing was to just move forward for as long as he could. Wherever he would end up didn't matter, since he wouldn't remember what or where the places he ended upon are. He had to look for anything with sanity, but it was unlikely that he would find someone like that anytime soon... Or maybe even at all. Regardless, he had to move with the hopes of meeting anyone he could communicate with. He had no goals now anyway.

Soon, he reached the area where he was killed... And so he was extra wary now. It was likely the creature would still be there... And indeed, he was not wrong. At the same place where he stood when the creature jumped upon him, the undead was once again rushing. This time, however, the swordsman expected it, and quickly and skillfully sliced through the torso of the undead, which caused it to "die". But just to make sure, he also decapitated the undead, so that he wouldn't be jumped on by a corpse with no legs.

The man was still very much confusesd... He wanted answers, and quickly. But who was going to provide him answers in this land? He'd probably need to figure it out by himself.
 

Lila Renn

Hell on Earth.
Dying of the Light GM
Playing With Fire GM
The Most Random of Powers GM
The creatures stalked behind him. Something didn't feel right. Death was in the air. Something hid from the man. Deep in the shadows. It's inky black skin was.. Moving? No that couldn't be right. Its beady red eyes followed the young man as they walked. A drop of its inky black skin dropped onto the young man. It let out an ear shattering screech before dropping on the mysterious person.
 

Hylius

Soul of Cinder
The ear-shattering screech betrayed the position of the mysterious creature. And so, he was prepared for a counterattack. He quickly took a side-step and then stabbed right through it. He was not sure if the creature was dead yet, so to make sure he pulled his sword out and took off its head, which usually did the trick. He also took off its arms and legs, so that if it somehow still was alive it couldn't chase him easily.

Still, though... No signs of life whatsoever. This eerie aura was not something he enjoyed... He needed to find a safe place soon, one that was not the graveyard. Yes, he would probably keep resurrecting there, but he'd much rather not experience death once again. But where in this forsaken world would be a place that was absolutely safe...?
 

Lila Renn

Hell on Earth.
Dying of the Light GM
Playing With Fire GM
The Most Random of Powers GM
They heard the screech. They heard the sound of death. They knew it was not they're own. They were angry.


Hundreds of the inky black creatures fell down from the ceiling, too many to count. They were way behind the hero though. The undead were decimated. Claws, spears. The undead army that sat outside the temple fell. The creatures entered the temple, blending in with their surroundings.
 
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