Role-Play As An Undead

The catacombs were silent and cold. Your body, or what was left of it, after you pledged allegiance to the god of cold, was in pretty good condition for an undead fury. But why did you care? You were already dead.

As you shufled up the steps past the nightmare, you could feel the darkness up ahead. Your half-torn, death pale, legs were only a nuisance as you walked to the nearby passasge, trying to hurry to see what the aura was expelling from. As you entered the next room, filled with an eary glow, your eyes befell a human.

Your first instinct was to attack her. But this human was different from the other countless victims of the maze in which the catacombs made. This human was beautiful, obviously alive. Her hair didn't seem as any other form he had encountered. But she was extremely beautiful, looking as if in her early 20's. But something was wrong. She was as cold and pale as him, and her hands were formed as if they were claws. Darkness seeped out of her like a waterfall.

Your ability to talk was lost hundreds years of go, when you died from falling into the death cold lake of the god of death, so you didn't bother talking. But you still remembered the language of humans. And thus so, you understood the human speaking to you.

"Hello Vanatiel.

You stared at her blankly, for you have forgotten your name years ago.

"It's time for you to venture into the light. These catacombs will no longer hold you until eternal darkness. Come with me. ...."

You made a gurgling noise with your skeletal mouth, and she apparently understood.

"Who Am I? You know who I am. We once were lovers. I have been reborn. The god's took pity on me, when I died by a murder concieved by balthazar, when we were still young. Do you not remember the woman who loved you? Does your death affect your memory? Remember..Vanatiel."

Slowly, you remembered this beautiful lady....

"M...uu.....n..........e"

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Continue this please~! I hope I did a good start off for you all! Ill be checking this post when I have time! Thanks!~

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Guys come on now, I want to get this story starting. I hopefully made a good start-up, but PLEASE continue it. I see lots of people viewing, but WRITE also. It'll be great if we got a good story going.

So please not only view,but WRITE!

Thanks,
Lance

I think this is interesting but I can't seem to think of anything to add. Sorry

and hell plz check a few posts below what do you see yep another undead roleplaying thread you could have tryed to contineu that thread.

"gwuuuuh brainssss?"


sorry hehe :P

EDIT: im making a new character
With my legs torn, ripped i lay there unable to move. Ever since i died i have not been able to get up. This was the life for me, silent, boring, and even a little entertaining. I always dreamed of being able to walk ever since i died. And, being the shy person, i could always think of anything.

This was what it was like for the last 100 years. It had been only recently though, that i was able to move my arms. Now that was an exciting day for me. But, moving my arms is basicly nothing if i couldent move my legs. It was all hopeless.

I started to rest for a bit(like i was doing for the last 100 years) and was awoken by a strange figure. I couldent figure out what it was because my vision was all blurry. It seemed to be in a shape of a human. Then in a deep load voice it said some strang words that sounded very familier but couldent understand it.

Wondering what it was he said, it slowly went away. Was it a figment of my imagination? Was an undead going crazy? I had no clue. Then, all of a sudden my leg moved. I was so excited. I couldent be able to move my legs in 100 years and now this! Whatever that thing was, it made my legs better. I slowly learned how to walk.

While i was walking for the first time in 100 years, i saw a shiny object on the ground. I walked toward it and it was my sword i used over 100 years ago when i was a hero of ascalon. But then, something else came in mind. When I died. Back then, Ascalonians were not allowed to set foot in Kryta. I went into Kryta to try and make a peace treaty with them. But, unknowingly, the Krytans saw my ascalon armor and sentenced me to death. They brought y body back to ascalon and they put me in the catacombs.

I was furious. Now I wanted revenge. Revenge on all the humans who laughed, teased me, People who sentenced me to death, and the people who put me into the catacombs and broke my legs. I wanted it now.

(I would like to join into this, but I'm a bit confused. Are we all posting as one person, or are we all different characters?)

im thinking one person because he is saying you not I

Oooh, Sorry about the confusion nairo.

Uhhh, I'm just sort of posting free-style right now.

I don't really mind what style you wish to post, as long as you follow the STICKY rules.

Just create your own character, preferably an undead, or something close to it, and write your heart out.

: D I hope this helped you

Post any question, concerns, and Ill come and help you sort them out.

: )

(Cool, I'll do just that.)

"..."

The smell of death was heavy here, it was heavy wherever I went. I felt no remorse for the mortals. My yellow wolfish eyes shed no tears.

"No... Please..."

A woman was curled up against the house of a wall, fear gripping her to the spot. I took out my bow, made from the bones of those I've killed, and took aim.

"Please... Have you no mercy?!"

She should have known better than to plead. I nocked the bow, and pulled the string back.

"..."

I smirked as the arrow was let loose, piercing the woman in the throat. I walked away, not caring to watch the feeble atempt at surviving the shot. I entered the catacombs, leaving a dead village behind.

Devona slowly made her way to her fallen hammer, blood leaking from her wouned throat. One hand grasped her throat as the other took up her hammer. Suddenly she pushed off the wall of a house and threw the hammer towards the undead ranger who had mercisly pierced her.

The hammer spun towards the undead ranger whistling as it came.

The ranger quickly spun about and jumped sideways in the air nocking another arrow and shooting the hammer into shards of wood that splintered the air.

Devona breathing her last breath cursed the undead as she fell to ground not tasting the dirt.