Is this the end of Humanity? (RolePlay Thread!)

Elliot nodded. "don't worry, I'm sure that Pascel can be reasoned with to let you at least visit." he said before turning to the others. "Erm, Bell, Quinton I think I'm going to do a quick look around. Something doesn't feel right to me." he said before slipping out of the camp, quickly fallowed by Quinton. "I can come with, we don't want Schrat trying something. " the fire being said, making a frown face. "No it's cool, I got this." Elliot replied shortly, before he quickly disappeared from the group. Quinton made a face but said nothing. "Well, we should be getting back to the village, before someone notices our disappearance." he said before looking at Zergirith. "Erm, I honestly don't know where I am. so." after all he was a fire being, not some nature being, so the way of the forest was the thing he knew the least about.

Bell took a deep breathe. "Well, we are nature false sapins, so any shift in the forest, anything not right we can feel. But Elliot is more sensitive to those things, so he's probably went to make sure that nothing strange is going on." she explained, seeing the fire being sigh out some smoke, almost in relief at the idea of getting out of the forest, and out of danger. Seeing the village on the horizon Bell huffed, honestly it was too soon for her liking to be back to the brick, and stone of the human's lifestyle. But she too knew something was off, even Quinton seemed to feel it. "The air feels strangely still." he commented, pausing in a uncertain way. And though Bell was silent, everything in her nature told her to shrink away from the town, for it was dangerous, she didn't normally feel that way.

Quinton looked at the false sapin, and forced a smile. "Well, yeah, Pascel did, when he was a cadet, and Dieler was the guild leader, to say the least he killed more than he should. When Dieler was the leader we actually had nothing to worry about, he was on good terms with Schrat. Since Pascel is the way he is, well, he got in fights with him more than just once, which didn't help any." the fire being sighed before looking a Bell. "you guys stay here, I'll be back." the nymph quickly dashed off toward the village, Bell huffed at this. "Right, I'll totally stay right here." she said sarcastically. Of course right when she was about to fallow after the nymph, Elliot appeared, breathless. He didn't say anything, simply caught his breath. "I vote for staying here until Quinton get's back." he said, the expression on his face was strange, like he knew something that he wasn't sharing, and that made Bell curious. Dangerously curious.

Elliot sighed, as his own vision began to fade, in and out of focus at the sickening thought, pulling out his spare pair of glasses, and removing the contacts that he had been wearing he saw Bell make a smile, almost greedily so. "Come on Elliot, if there is some danger you should tell me now before I jump into it." she warned. "The village is under attack, by the forest, by Schrat, and the monsters. We can not return, most of the weaker humans have become snacks for the creatures of the woods, and a few of the stronger ones are beginning to be picked off too while the whole place is being emptied. " Elliot said this flattly before fixing his glasses, he looked like an almost completely different person now, more calculating, and less friendly. "Of course Dieler has slain many, but not even Quinton can stand up to such a force." he added, seeing his sister look at him side-ways. "Don't you dare tell me that I'm not allowed to join! I'm going in there weither your coming with me or not!" Bell seemed to suddenly became demanding, but frantic at the same time. "Fine, I will go with you, but just to help save the others, nothing more." Elliot sighed out, looking at Zergirith. "Looks like peace is no longer an option." he said in a sharp tone. The male false sapin lived for the human race, and found nothing comforting in the ways of monsters, he had nothing to go back to. As to the rest of the world he was broken, and so was anything touched by man-kind.

(Sorry if this seems a little weird, I didn't get any sleep last night, and just finished watcing a really dark anime. ^~^)

(It's cool. ^~^)

Bell huffed at this looking at Zergirith. "That may not be the case though. Elliot, maybe we can still make peace, if the humans are helped by the wild false sapins maybe they will no longer think of us as dangerous beings." she pointed out, seeing Elliot nod. "I'm going to join the fight, no doubt that they will need our help." she said before dashing up the slope after Quinton. The destruction before her, even though she had been prepared for blood, she wasn't expecting this. The buildings where beginning to fall apart, like some ancient spell had been broken, and blood stained everything like crimson rain. Many monsters, including death bringers, were roaming the paths, and ripping anything before them to shreds. Bell took a step back in recoil but gave herself no real time to think, she needed to help them. Looking around she quickly found the two albino brothers, both of which were bleeding from older wounds, but otherwise were doing just fine, then she found Dieler. The blond was stained in the blood of monsters, his glasses's glaring to shadow his eyes, a grim smile on his face. His old sword was stained a new red, and so was his old black trench coat. Bell new he too would be fine. As he had lost no blood as of yet. Tracy on the other hand was not as well off, and had been slaughtered ruthlessly in the madness that plagued the town. Killed protecting Miggy, and a young false sapin. Bell felt her steps take her over to the fallen trainer, who had taught many to fight, to defend themselves, kneeling next to the fresh corspe she removed the large blue sword from the trainer. "Do not worry, Tracy, I will not let the human race die in vain." she swore swiftly. Now she had a crystaline sword, the kind that was made for beheading monsters, and slicing down anything in one's path, a sword that was made by Quinton. She couldn't help but hope for the safety of him, and the other nymphs.

Elliot sighed, he felt like his sister was a complete moron running into the middle of the fighting, then he quickly saw Zergirith, was no one right in the head in this place?! Hissing to himself, he quickly raced up the hill, ignoring all of the wreckage, as it would just tear him down mentally. Stumbling slightly, he found himself faced with Pascel, who despite being heaving for breathe, and bleeding from the mouth, seemed pretty capable of fighting his own battles. Mainly because Elliot suddenly had a sword to his throat for a good few seconds as the albino tried to recognize him. "It's me." he promised to Pascel who lowered the sword only when Tero made him. "find Bell." the forester stated sharply, Elliot nodded, looking around, almost helplessly, the air smelled of smoke, and he almost wanted to double-over and cry about it. Almost.

(I know that, Elliot is quite the confusing character in retrospect. He really thinks it's a bad idea to go toward the city, or away from it. Which is why he earlier wanted to just stay where they were as to him that seemed like the best idea. So Elliot thinks they are daft simply because they didn't go with what seemed like the best plan at the moment. ^~^)

(By OP I will assume you mean 'overpowered' because I honestly have never seen 'op' before and have no idea what it means. O^O And No I don't think so, it is part of his character to be the leader of the tribe, so it works. )

Elliot almost fell down at the sheer size of the false sapin before him, not to mention had a slight look of unmasked uncertainty, before he looked at Zergirith. "Be careful with Pascel, he nearly cut me in two earlier. Better to approach Tero instead. " he warned before looking at the false sapin that apparently had been assigned to him. He felt very frail, and small in comparison. "Erm, thanks by the way." he added, knowing that the help of the leader of this tribe would help them quite a bit. Elliot was beginning to falter in his own mind, wondering on why he would help them. But he didn't have time to ask.

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The heavy scent of blood, smoke, and fear. Yes, he could smell the fear on the air, so strongly that it was like a bitter-sweet ail. He really could have gone with one of those, or maybe a coffee, heck he would have loved a cigarette right now too! Dieler raised his old blade to his shoulder, before passing his pale hand over it to remove the red of blood, of course there were stains on it from the blood shed of many left years of leadership, but he would never be able to remove that from it. Even he was starting to be worn down by this, having been fighting for some time now, not to mention the fact it had been a while since he had fought anything more than one large beast, destroying one after the other, he was beginning to have trouble seeing. Dieler ran a hand through red-hair, stained red with monster blood. He already knew what was happening, Schrat had almost emptied the entire forest to take them down. "Well he's going to have a rude awakening when we slice him in two." the furious human spat, feeling his bloodlust running just as strong as ever through his veins. Of course he wasn't counting on Schrat having pinpointed him, of all people, to attack. "Wrong move, Dieler."

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Pascel was trying to breath, struggling for every precious breathe of life that filled his lungs painfully. His lungs were filling with blood again, after all after a surgery like that one wasn't supposed to be moving around much, so him fighting monsters wasn't something that he should be doing. But he was rather proud of himself in one sense, he had slain quite a few of the monsters, even in his current state of dizzy thoughts. Pascel placed a hand at the side of his side, another slice to add to his pallet of scars. Looking over at Tero, who looked conflicted, and alarmed, he no longer had words, not even to calm his younger sibling. For he too was beginning to panic within. "How are we going to win this battle, the rain of monsters is never ending!" the younger albino exclaimed, shrugging he straightened his posture, and pulled in another lungful of air. "We keep fighting, and hope that the gods are on our side. But we should begin to get on the move, and search for the others left." he said, seeing his brother open his mouth to protest, or say something, before nodding. "Dieler will last the longest alone, so we should go around the edges of town first." Pascel managed, rubbing the back of his head, hopping that his own mind wouldn't fall to pieces, like it had been threatening to do.

Pascel let his sword drop to his side, holding a arm over his middle, and taking a heaving breath. "Knowing Dieler-" he was cut off by Tero. "Hush Pascel. " the older albino was strangely submissive, he didn't protest, and simply let himself breath silently, it was easier than arguing. "Dieler is most likely in the middle of all this chaos, knowing him, so the middle of town most likely. If you come across a path of monster bodies you're going in the right direction." Tero explained, letting his own, lighter sword rest on his shoulder as he spoke. Unlike Pascel, Tero was still pretty fresh, and unmarked by the ways of war. So it made sense he would do the talking. "Be careful though, Schrat is in the direction, he won't hesitate to kill you if you provoke him." Tero added, looking at the false sapins, and smiled, he always knew that false sapins were just as morally driven as they were. But now wasn't the time to be pointing it out.

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Dieler found himself leaping away from the nymph, he turned on his heel, slicing his old sword into the air,and hissing as the sword found nothing to slice through. Schrat had doubled nimbly, like he always did. "I will shred you!" he spat harshly, feeling the rage brim inside himself at the very sight of the nymph. He had done this, all of it, on purpose, just in spit of Pascel. He happened to be very okay with everyone else, but still he had terminated most of the human race within this town. "Hush Dieler, you now that my proposal with you still stands. " the nymph said, taking a step toward the human, only to be lunged at with a blade. Dieler was getting even madder with every side-step, and dodge of the condescending being. "My answer remains unchanged, I do not wish to abandon my people when they are of need of me." Dieler ran a hand through his hair, and flicked his wrist, feeling the longsword in his hand scrape the ground beneath his feet, his mind running slow. How could he slaughter the nymph, and make him pay for what he had done. But he had no real time to react before the sword was suddenly out of his hands, and he was on the ground, a grim-faced nymph, Schrat standing over him, with a blade to his face. "Are you sure you don't want to rethink that? Dieler." the nymph hissed this grimly, a serious tone in his voice as he stood over the doctor-type.

Dieler didn't seem in the slightest bit surprised, he just stood up, and stretched, running a pale scarred hand through his hair, before flicking blood from his fingers. "Aw, nice to see you to." the blond said in a sarcastic tone, before rolling his eyes, stepping over to the currently with-held Schrat, and taking the old sword back into his own hands. The very idea that someone else had touched his blade infuriated him to no end. "Half of your tribe? Hm, I don't think that will help us very much, it wont be enough to drive Schrat's beasts from our town. " Dieler hissed, he didn't touch on the fact that he was called an old man when he was only 24, and therefor was still a 'young adult.' There was an increasingly awful situation, with every moment Dieler's mind threw another thing onto the list of things they wouldn't have enough of. There was really only one solution left. And not a single human would like it, or easily agree to it. "Just do as you please, this fight wont last much longer. " Dieler hissed, before quickly going after the next monster, he didn't want protection. He could take care of himself.