The Cyclopean Terror

[John]

((a terrible beast lurks within the lofty heights of the valus mountains. Can John defeat if for the good of the people? tune in to find out.))

[John]

John plods through the thick snow and biting cold, his cloak wrapped tightly around him. the snow began to blow in a different direction, allowing john a larger perspective of the world in front of him. He saw the familiar sight of brown cloth tents blowing in the harsh wind a ways ahead. He clutched his axe tight and quickened his pace, in hopes to make it to friendly territory.

[John]

John stepped into the camp to find a fire burning low, but no one around. He ducked into the nearest tent, no one there either. he walked over to the second tent, and stepped inside, no at first he saw nothing, then he noticed the sleeping bag in the corner was occupied.

[John]

John nudged the sleeping bag with his foot, gently at first, and then a little harder, then harder still, finally he kicked it, launching it about two feet into the air, still nothing. John tore the top off of the sleeping bag and recoiled at the contents, a pile of torn and maimed human flesh lay in the sleeping bag, rent by mysterious claws, that left cuts quite unlike anything John had ever seen

[John]

John left the tent in disgust. He began to examine the camp, but found nothing, the falling snow had buried the killer's footprints. As soon as he decided there was nothing to find he hit his foot on something, he reached down and found a small bound leather journal, sopping wet and cold with snow, most of the ink was illegible, marred by the wetness of the melting snow, but john did find something, directions to the dead adventurers home town, due east of the camp.

[John]

the village was small, to say the least. it consisted of about five houses, all in shambles, and piled deep in snow. There was no one anywhere that john could see. He approached the first house and knocked on the door. a middle aged man, wrapped heavily in fur opened the door.

[John]

John was sitting in the mans home, in front of a roaring fire place, he had just told the old man the tale of the events that unfolded at the camp. The man sighed, "so there dead are they" he said "you dont seem surprised" said john "does this happen often?" "it didnt until recently" the man said "there is something in those mountains thats been coming down to the village, and taking things" "What kind of things" john inquired "oh" said the man "various objects, usually food, it never took very much, but around these parts, food is hard to come by"

[John]

"those boys went to stop it, and obviously they failed" the man said "we told them it was a bad idea, but they didnt listen, and look where that got 'em" the man sighed heavily. "oh well" he said, with a note of sadness entering his voice "so it goes"

[John]

John wrapped himself in his cloak and left in silence. he stood still out in the snow for a moment, thinking to himself. then he went silently around the man's house. around back he saw exactly what he expected, large stacked wooden crates. he pried open the nearest crate and reached inside. he felt around for a moment and pulled out a fish wrapped in thin paper, frozen solid with the cold. he slid the fish into his pack and made his way back to the camp in the mountains

[Lan]

((wow I haven't noticed this until now but I keep coming back to check if you've posted again.
I'm a fan.You've improved since you've joined. You have some serious talent. Keep up the good roleplays John.))

[John]

((wow thanks, i thought nobody ever read my posts.))
John crouched low in the shadows watching the fire he had rekindled since his arrival. above the fire was the fish he had taken from the village, cooking on a crudely carved spit. soon john's patience was rewarded, a huddled mass swathed in shadow made its way into the campsite and stepped up to the fire. In one smooth motion the beast ripped the spit from the fire and swallowed the fish whole, without even removing the stick. the creature turned away and began to lope out of the campsite, but as it turned the light of the fire reflected of the creatures one and only eye.

[Arissa Warrner]

(( is vary good you would make a great author))

[John]

(thanks)
John moved away from his concealed position and followed the creature through the darkness, snow crunched loudly underfoot, but the creature didnt seem to notice or care, it continued forward walking slowly with a persistent limp. John pursued if for a good distance, until the creature took a sharp turn and disappeared into the mouth of a black cave.

[John]

inside the cave the air was humid and rank, filled with the smell of livestock, mingling with the odor of decomposition and death. The cave was considerably warmer than the harsh snowstorm raging outside. the beast had lined the cave with shreds of leather and clothe, presumably materials it had taken from its village raids. John fumbled around in his pack until he finally laid hands on his torch. He drew the torch from the sack and kneeled down, he pulled out a piece of flint and struck the torch.

[John]

flames erupted from the tip of the torch, and the cave was instantly bathed in yellow-orange fire light. john stepped into the main chamber of the cave. The beast lived in squalor, disgusting remains of victims and meals littered the cavernous room. all kinds of assorted knick-knacks and pieces of luminous metal lined the walls.