cfdj
Loyal Servant of Altera
(OOC) This is my new RP profile since the other one was given the no go by legion and the Mods. Well then here I go:
Prolog part one: Refuge.
It was quite funny, really now that I look back on it. Watching the crowd as it flead, the constant shifting, the yelling, the crieing, I'd seen it all before, me, Callus, the veteran refuge. The soldiers where trying to control the crowd, but even they could see it was an impossible task, with millions fleeing and more arriveing every second, appearing at random in the crowd and, in a few cases, above it. The only constant objects in that shifting, heaving sea, where him self an some figures in white armour, who moved through the crowd, hunting out demons that tried to get through. My solace was shatterd by the tapping of a blade on my shoulder, someone had evidently joined me at my look out spot. As I turned I realised that it was one of the white clad warriors, the blade was at my throat now, mear inches a way from cutting my head off. "Don't move!" yelled the owner of the blade, at that point I knew what I was dealling with, a newbie, who was doing it by the book, and with out replying I calmly stepped backwards off the ledge...
Prolog part one: Refuge.
It was quite funny, really now that I look back on it. Watching the crowd as it flead, the constant shifting, the yelling, the crieing, I'd seen it all before, me, Callus, the veteran refuge. The soldiers where trying to control the crowd, but even they could see it was an impossible task, with millions fleeing and more arriveing every second, appearing at random in the crowd and, in a few cases, above it. The only constant objects in that shifting, heaving sea, where him self an some figures in white armour, who moved through the crowd, hunting out demons that tried to get through. My solace was shatterd by the tapping of a blade on my shoulder, someone had evidently joined me at my look out spot. As I turned I realised that it was one of the white clad warriors, the blade was at my throat now, mear inches a way from cutting my head off. "Don't move!" yelled the owner of the blade, at that point I knew what I was dealling with, a newbie, who was doing it by the book, and with out replying I calmly stepped backwards off the ledge...