The Remains of Ta'Dao Village

[Joshua, the Wayne]

sean couldnt believe how amazing it was to ride on the back of a wyvern so high up in the sky.
it was very uncomfortable, though.
he clutched one of her enormous scales that he could have used as a pocket mirror and nearly was blown off most of the time.
...
he could see the small dot of his village in the distance.
elasia landed in a small tuft of trees and sean dismounted.
"Thank you! That was....amazing!!!"
she snorted and sean guessed that was a laugh.
Much more than how it must feel to just walk. Well, good day Sean Fearon. I hope to see you in the future.
sean nodded and waved goodbye to her.
she didn't move for a few seconds and then he felt a reluctant feeling from her as she leapt into the sky and flew away, leaving sean within the small forest.
....
sean began walking towards his village, pondering over what had happened.

sean was staring at the ground while walking.
it was such a long walk to his village.
he turned his head and looked at the sun which was just setting.
he turned around and walked backwards towards his village as he stared at the sun in its brilliance.
...
it was a grand sight.
he twirled his lance and turned arou-
..........................................................
it.............
it was a wasteland.......
there were no houses, only smoldering stubs and shafts of wood that poked out of the ground.
...
the ground itself was charcoal black. some of the houses were still in tact--but just barely.
...
sean collapsed to his knees.
his vision wavered, beginning to flood with tears.
smoke was drifting into a dark black sky.
some flames still were alive and flaming over houses and....
.....
sean let out a small cry.
the villagers....they were all stacked over eachother helplessly in a pile within the center of the village.
....
they were being burned...
they were all.........
none moved. a spear stuck out from the pile.
the flames slowly ate at them and sean couldnt move.
he was frozen.
what.....could do this..............
he then saw a small rag poking out of a stick.
it was blood red.
...........
the red cloaks......
..............................................

sean couldn't bear the sight of his dying family.
the only family he had ever known.
it was then he spotted a flash of red.
it was night.
everything was illuminated only by the raging flames that encased the villagers.
sean got up to his feet.
he gripped his lance with his hand tightly.
he walked through the village, looking for the flash of red he had suddenly seen.
...
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[Kuraz]

((dont do it sean))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((lol))

[Zeth Gurido]

((you actually goin to post?))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

((me? yeah. im just takin a few secs to work on my AV))

[Joshua, the Wayne]

sean didn't see anything through the entire village.
...
all he saw was the raging flames and the dead bodies of the family he once knew.
...
he suddenly felt....cold..........
....
he turned around....
he froze.
liquid ice flew through him and he was frozen.
...
he saw a tattered red figure.
it wore a red cloak and that was all.
the face could not be seen. it was covered by a red veil.
a red hood also was over its face.
...
it seemed to fly towards him in a way.
it glided toward him with an air of death.
sean tried to move but the dark stare of the red cloak froze him completely.
it flew ever closer...
suddenly sean could see glittering silver teeth from under the veil.
silver teeth....
the second name for a red cloak.
if he rememberd from his childhood, the redcloaks were mythed.
they were beings who only wore red.
occasionally cloaks.
and they served a dark lord, usually under the control of the black rider.
it was said that if they ever showed their teeth, death was inevitable.
when they bit a human, they fed upon their soul and it was sapped from the being..
and then slowly the body would decay...slowly it would be possessed....
and finally the person would become a red cloak.
....
it was inches from his face and suddenly it was blown aside from a shower of bolts.
crossbow bolts.
sean turned and saw father sebastian.
he was tattered and dirty. a scar streamed along his face.
sean was released from the cold stare and could move.
the red cloakwas screeching....but it was not dead.
there was only one way to kill them--
stick a dagger of silver through their heads.
...
and those were only crossbow bolts.
obviously...they had to get out of there.
sean ran towards father sebastian and caught him as he was about to fall.
"Sean....flee from this place........."
"No!! I can't leave you behind!!"
"You must...........take....this......."
a bony and scarred hand rose and shakingly released a grip.
...
a dark, dirty medallion fell out.
no light was shining from its crystalline center.
...
"When you were born.......We found that medallion........with you..........take it.....and flee.....it is yours....by right..........."
"Not without you!!"
....the hand he was grasping fell limp.
....
sean, tear stained, let out a cry for his people...
.....
finally he laid down father sebastian and grabbed the medallion.
he heard a screech.
the red cloak.
he got up and ran to the horse pin and mounted Scruffy, a horse he named when he was only a young boy.
the horse reared and finally with a thrust of motion bounded out of the village into the dark night.
....
sean would head to the forest opposite from him.
...
the woods of Kre'ar.
....
he turned his head and saw not one red cloak, but four gliding after him.
they were far away but the red flashes were very noticeable.
sean rode into the forest.........
if he remembered, nobody could find another in these woods.
men would occasionally get lost within it anyway.
....
these woods were quite mysterious..........

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[Kuraz]

((sean sean sean *shakes head*))