The King of Chaos - A Skeleton Buds Adventure (Dough and Panda)

[Doughguy]

There was once a time when great cities covered the globe. Huge empires made up of millions of lives worked tirelessly to expand their borders into the unknown lands of the world. These great powers often clashed, sometimes falling to each other after long wars. It was an age of man where humans dictated the rule of nature.

But the gods disliked such a way. In time man had forgotten their makers and turned from their benevolence. As punishment the gods crafted the King of Chaos to remind them of who held the true power. They placed the King within an unknowing mother and waited. Within two decades the King had grown very powerful and ruled an Empire of his own. His armies were augmented by magic, a gift lost to humanity with their secular nature.

His forces spread across the world, easily destroying his foes. Soon half the world was his and in those times the remaining Empires did turn back to the gods. They pleaded for magic, for the power to fight back out of their selfish desire for survival. The gods saw that humanity had not been taught the lesson they needed, and they saw they never would be. And so the gods settled for fear.

They chained the King to his throne in his capital and wiped out his armies. They turned the soldiers into undead hordes who guarded the borders of his lands, an immortal threat that could be unleashed at any time. The cities were vacated by the people as they tried to flee to the human lands, it is unknown if they ever made it.

But the cities remain, infested with the magic of chaos and inhabited by undead soldiers who patrol their streets in endless vigil. Over the empire's lands a great red mist descended, engulfing it. Those people who remained within were trapped within the grasp of chaos, their memories slowly fading into nothing.
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[Doughguy]

Name: Eidas Korhan
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i4.minus.com/jOoxBwbCDC5Xi.jpg
Class: Pyromancer
Gift: Black Firebombs

 

[PandaChu]

Name: Olgrius Vaeril

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Class: The Wanderer

Gift: Tiny Being's Ring​

 

[Doughguy]

A loud thud woke Eidas from his slumber. His eyes flickered open and were surprised to find his cell was illuminated. He looked up at the ceiling and was further shocked by the sight of the sun visible above. A hole had been cut into the roof and removed revealing the red tinged mist that now encompassed the entire king's empire. Framed by the hole was a helmeted head and top half of an armoured torso, barely visible with the light sparkling off of it. The figure lifted an arm into view and pointed down at the floor before disappearing. Eidas's gaze followed their hand and saw the cause of the noise that had awoken him. A body lay on the floor before him with a key tied on a rope around its neck. Warily the man crawled over to the figure and plucked the key from its throat, the rope snapping at his pull.

He rose from the floor and walked over to the door. The key fit the lock upon it and the door swung open with a loud creak. He took two steps forward, unsure of how to react to this sudden freedom, when the floor beneath his feet glowed orange and archaic letter appeared. He could not read the words, yet they somehow appeared in his mind.

The mad, the insane, the lost
The Scoured who have lost their will
Their souls are put to better use
In the hands of the Chosen

He drew the damaged sword on his belt in response, suddenly alert and ready to be attacked. But nothing came. After waiting for a long time, given how long he had been in the cell he had become good at waiting, he finally felt safe enough to call out. His first two attempts failed to produce any noise, so long had his voice been unused. Yet on the third attempt he managed words, though they were soft and muffled by the cloth over his face. "Anyone there?"

Inventory

Black leather armour with a fur hood.
A piece of clothe wrapped around the lower half of his face.
A broken sword the length of a knife.

Souls: 0

 

[PandaChu]

In the dim lighting -- almost pitch black -- room, a robed shadow sat on the cold stone floor of what looks to be an abandoned cell in the most worst conditions it could be with rats roaming around scavenging for food, bones from decayed prisoners, dried up blood strains, barely any light or windows installed, and the place just stink with death and decades of being forgotten in the dungeon of what once was a powerful kingdom. Such memories of that was already lost in the mist deep in the mind and was all history. A deserted wasteland of undead with no such thing as 'humanity' in it. Such a place was no home for a human so why was the man alive?

The robed person sat there in a daze. His eyes once so clear blue like the ocean now clouded a dark navy blue with no hint of life in them. His hair was hidden under his hood but his long bangs were visible to see the light blonde. His body was nothing more but a skeleton with skin and only a pair of sturdy leather armor so light that it could barely protect him from a stab from a blade covered it up along with his raggedy robe.

Letting out a huff, Olgrius just sat there with a blank expression as his mind was empty with nothing to think about. His vision has already been used to the darkness and was comfortable with it now that he stayed here for... how many years did he stay here? He lost count of the days and he even forgot how old he was but it didn't matter. It wasn't like he was gonna get out of here anyw-

"Anyone there?"

Flinching at the sound of a voice, got ready to unsheathe his scimitar in case it was an intruder as this was the first time in so long he had heard another voice but he held his weapon back since he was in a cage. How could they get to him through here? There's no way to break the bars but he still held onto the handle of his scimitar and held his breath. Olgrius was debating whether to answer the voice or stay put and wait but maybe he was hallucinating. It was possible since he has been here with only the company of rats and silence.

The voice seemed to be a male with it's deep tone but could he trust his senses and this anonymous individual? Only one way to find out,

"Who goes there?"

Inventory

A shitty leather armor
Some old scimitar he woke up with
Smelly old robe that needs a wash
Weird ring which he doesn't remember getting marry to anyone

Soul: 0 Has no soul

 

[Doughguy]

Eidas was surprised to hear a voice reply to him at all, let alone one that was close by. It had come from one of the cells on the left side and he warily approached them. The first was empty barring for a corpse. The second however, held a man standing upright and wielding a scimitar. Their appearance caused Eidas to take a step away from the cell before he remembered the bars in between them. the being was mostly hidden by the robe and hood they wore yet he could see they were a Scoured like him, skin a brownish red and wrinkled as if dehydrated.

Just another prisoner like him. He wondered if he had conversed with this person in the past when ... he assumed the prison had once been staffed, but in truth his memories of that time, if it existed, were long since faded. All he knew was the cell he lived in. He held up the key that had unlocked his cell then took a step forward and tried the other man's lock. Surprisingly the key turned in the lock and the door swung open, creaking loudly as it did so. He stepped back to the man could come out of the cell if he wished. "I guess we're free." he said, looking around, "At last."

There was an odd scratching sound that from down the opposite end of the hall that drew Eidas's attention though it quickly stopped and he looked back to the man.

Inventory

Black leather armour with a fur hood.
A piece of clothe wrapped around the lower half of his face.
A broken sword the length of a knife.

Souls: 0

 

[PandaChu]

@DoughGuy

Footsteps echoed through the silence as Olgrius held his guard and out of the corner he saw what looked to be silver hair which was rare for him to see around but he didn't pay too much attention to that and ready himself to pull out his scimitar at the stranger. This was the first time in so long that he had seen another person besides himself. The stranger looked to be a prisoner just like him but somehow, he was now a free man. Lucky for Olgrius, it wasn't an undead soldier lurking about but it didn't mean that this man could kill him. Then again, there were the bars between them so it was impossible for them to even go at each others throats. Rolling his eyes, he let his guard down and was about to go back to his corner and ignore the guy until he caught a glimpse of a key in his hand,"How-" With wide eyes, he watched as the door to his cage was unlocked with a loud 'click' and stood there dumbfounded not sure how to comprehend this.

He was free. That four letter word meaning so much to Olgrius as he held his breath. Shifting his eyes back at the man and then at the door, Olgrius would have ran out of here in seconds but he instead tried to use his brain more than his desires,"You... How did you get that key?" Olgrius asked not caring about the man's identify or what his business was, it was obvious enough that he was planning to escape this hell hole but Olgrius could already see the man on the floor with his head chopped off by an undead soldier. There wasn't any good in escaping... Olgrius already knew this but deep inside, he still had just a small, such a tiny, piece of hope in him that screamed out saying he could make it along with this man as a companion but their trust was still on the line.

While Olgrius listened to the man's answer, he would also had noticed the scratching sound from outside and held the handle of his scimitar as he took note of the noise though it could be possible that it was another of his hallucination.

Inventory

A shitty leather armor
Some old scimitar he woke up with
Smelly old robe that needs a wash
Weird ring which he doesn't remember getting marry to anyone

Soul: 0

 

[Doughguy]

The being that he had freed looking like a fighter, and for that Eidas was pleased. Though he suspected there would be little trouble coming from within the prison itself he had no idea what the outside world would be like now. Outside world? Where had that term come from? He was not sure, perhaps it was what the larger prison was called.

At the man's question he turned back towards the cell he had come from and raised a hand to point. At this distance the light from the hole in the roof was still bright and illuminated the body that had fallen through. "Came through the ro-" Before he could finish his sentence a new sound emerged from the same direction as the scratch, this one like a wet slap of flesh upon stone. Bursting from the darkness were two reddish brown skinned figures whose skin looked badly dehydrated. Orange eyes burned inside dark holes and they wore nothing but a loincloth each.

The first figure threw itself at Eidas and tackled him to the ground, taking the man by surprise before he could raise his weapon. The second one stopped at the open door then attacked Olgrius, trying to claw at his face and bit his neck. On the ground Eidas raised his arms and felt the creature bite down on one forearm though not through the leather. The other hand moved up and down, trying to cut the thing with his 'knife' and get it off. Its fists beat a pattern onto his ribs on either side in their flailing but eventually weakened as his blade made a large enough mess. When it finally stopped moving he rolled the corpse off him to reveal the butchered mess his knife had made of its chest (1 Soul for Scoured kill).

However before he could comment upon the attack the body dissolved into a red mist and evaporated. His eyes widened in surprise but he quickly turned to the other man to see if he needed help.

Inventory

Black leather armour with a fur hood.
A piece of clothe wrapped around the lower half of his face.
A broken sword the length of a knife.

Souls: 1

 

[PandaChu]

@DoughGuy
OLGRIUS VAERIL ◦ THE WANDERER

➤ DEXTERITY: 4/5
➤ INTELLIGENCE: 3/5
➤ STRENGTH: 3/5
➤ DEFENSE: 1/5
➤ SOUL: 0 ➞ 1​

[spoili]
Inventory:
➤ A shitty leather armor
➤ Some old scimitar he woke up with
➤ Smelly old robe that needs a wash
➤ Weird ring which he doesn't remember getting marry to anyone
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Following the man's index finger point towards something, Olgrius noticed a cell illuminating with a tinted red and squinting his eyes, he could also see a body lying on the ground of the cellar which he believe must have fallen from the hole in the ceiling or... this guy before him went mad to kill a man and make a hole in his roof. Either way, the only thing that mattered was that they were fre-

SLAP

Descending from the darkness were two bony figures with glowing beads of orange as Olgrius suspected that they were the cause of the scratching noises from earlier. Just when he was about to draw his scimitar, one of them came straight for the guy beside him, knocking him off his feet onto the ground. His thoughts were disturbed though when the other one came after him, tackling him down onto the stone ground knocking the air out of him as it bit his neck to the point of bleeding and clawing at his face leaving a few cuts on him,"Aurghhh!" Olgrius yelled out in pain and used his feet to kick the creature off him as he quickly pulled out his scimitar and got off the ground just in time for the creature to jump at him once more.

On guard, he blocked the attack and pushed the creature back until it almost lost balance before he bought the blade slicing off at its throat, chopping off its head in the process (1 Soul for Scoured kill). Before the body could even touch the ground, it became a vapor of red mist and then vanished as if the creature never existed,"Wha-" Olgrius was shocked to what just happened but didn't pay much mind to it for long as his neck was dripping with blood. Placing a hand over the wound, he cussed under his breath hoping that the creature wasn't coated in poison or anything of the sort.

Looking over at his companion, he only let out a grunt before opening his mouth to speak,"So... got any ideas what happened?" He asked wiping his blade with his robe which was already coated with some liquid from chopping the thing's head off. His neck was bleeding along with some cuts on his face but in general, he seemed to be alright keeping a stolid composure.