Gunhand4171
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Outskirts of Brimstone Castle:
As night fell over the ancient castle, a lone figure emerged from an outcropping of black igneous rock. Ulysses S. Werner removed his hood as he stared up at the black walls of the castle. He had been tasked by an NSMC commander to scout out the castle to be a possible base for them. The man accepted, leaving his pregnant wife Aashi to remain safe on Nightwalker station.
Ulysses pulled the hood back up and began climbing up the volcano towards the castle. He had heard the rumors from some of the locals as he passed. How the castle is haunted by vampires, or the vampire’s servants. Ulysses wasn’t a superstitious man, but he packed his combat knife and his service pistol. He patted both reflexive as he thought about all the disappearances.
As he reached the top, he was greeted by Brimstone Castle’s walls and bridge. He looked over the side of the bridge to find an active lava flow, which occasionally sent up geysers of molten rock. When Ulysses returned his gaze to the ancient stone doorway, he felt a chill run down his spine. The castle was eerie, made worse by the fact there was no signs of life or sounds to be heard of besides the lava flow below the bridge. He swallowed hard and placed one foot in front the other as he entered the haunted castle…
As he passed through the gate house he drew his pistol in his right hand and combat knife in his left, holding both in a ready position. Once inside the walls, he found a village frozen in time minus all the inhabitants. The buildings and stalls were all written in a perplexing language, however they were all to faded to even attempt to decipher it. As he continued walking further in, he was shocked to find no signs of battle. Preliminary reports from the last successful scouting party had mentioned that a battle of some sort took place. Yet now, the city looked clean… preserved.
“How is this possible?” Ulysses thought to himself as he pressed on. He finally found his way to the outer bailey of the castle, which seemed to also function as the city’s center. At the far end of the courtyard was another gate house, leading into the castle proper. On all three sides were more preserved building and at the very center was an empty fountain. However there were stalls scattered about the city center. It looked like there was a bazar going on… and everyone just up and left without taking their things. He walked between the stalls towards the fountain, when out the corner of he noticed something…
He spun quickly to find just more stalls. His heart thundered in his chest and he chuckled nervously. “It’s nothing…” He said to himself. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling of someone or something watching him. As he reached the fountain, he heard a low growl emanating from all around him. He spun holding his gun up at the ready.
Then Werner found something that made his heart stop. Standing before him were dozens… no at least a hundred figures. All dressed in preserved dresses and coats; however they had the face of rotting corpses. And their eyes… no not eyes. Their eyes were gone, replaced by red orbs of light.
For several seconds, everyone remained still until one of the creatures took a shambling step forward. Ulysses turned and fired a shot that hit the monster, what used to be a woman in an immaculate green dress, in the chest. The monster was knocked off her feet, but in that moment, they all surged forward!
Ulysses fired round after round, trying to hold them back. He pulled a grenade from his cloak and hurled it into the crowd, jumping into the fountain to take cover. The explosion shattered the windows all around the square, and another blood curdling scream resounded from everywhere at once. Ulysses popped back up and began firing at the monsters. His grenade took a good 20 monsters, yet more were steaming from the out of the buildings. Why hadn’t he seen all these things!?!
“Shit!” he cursed as he reloaded. He took several steps back instinctively, but his back pressed against the fountain’s central statue. “No… this can’t be it. I am not biting it before I see my child!” Ulysses cried as he unloaded another salvo from his pistol. He pulled the pin on a second grenade and hurled it at the group. As it disappeared into the horde he moved to take cover, but he slipped. In the briefest of seconds before the grenade went off, he opened his eyes to find that the fountain was quickly filling with liquid. However the fountain wasn’t spewing water, it was spewing crimson blood…
The grenade went off and the ground quaked once more. Ulysses felt something crack underneath him, and then he found himself falling…
The light began to fade as he fell deeper and deeper, into the city…
As night fell over the ancient castle, a lone figure emerged from an outcropping of black igneous rock. Ulysses S. Werner removed his hood as he stared up at the black walls of the castle. He had been tasked by an NSMC commander to scout out the castle to be a possible base for them. The man accepted, leaving his pregnant wife Aashi to remain safe on Nightwalker station.
Ulysses pulled the hood back up and began climbing up the volcano towards the castle. He had heard the rumors from some of the locals as he passed. How the castle is haunted by vampires, or the vampire’s servants. Ulysses wasn’t a superstitious man, but he packed his combat knife and his service pistol. He patted both reflexive as he thought about all the disappearances.
As he reached the top, he was greeted by Brimstone Castle’s walls and bridge. He looked over the side of the bridge to find an active lava flow, which occasionally sent up geysers of molten rock. When Ulysses returned his gaze to the ancient stone doorway, he felt a chill run down his spine. The castle was eerie, made worse by the fact there was no signs of life or sounds to be heard of besides the lava flow below the bridge. He swallowed hard and placed one foot in front the other as he entered the haunted castle…
As he passed through the gate house he drew his pistol in his right hand and combat knife in his left, holding both in a ready position. Once inside the walls, he found a village frozen in time minus all the inhabitants. The buildings and stalls were all written in a perplexing language, however they were all to faded to even attempt to decipher it. As he continued walking further in, he was shocked to find no signs of battle. Preliminary reports from the last successful scouting party had mentioned that a battle of some sort took place. Yet now, the city looked clean… preserved.
“How is this possible?” Ulysses thought to himself as he pressed on. He finally found his way to the outer bailey of the castle, which seemed to also function as the city’s center. At the far end of the courtyard was another gate house, leading into the castle proper. On all three sides were more preserved building and at the very center was an empty fountain. However there were stalls scattered about the city center. It looked like there was a bazar going on… and everyone just up and left without taking their things. He walked between the stalls towards the fountain, when out the corner of he noticed something…
He spun quickly to find just more stalls. His heart thundered in his chest and he chuckled nervously. “It’s nothing…” He said to himself. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling of someone or something watching him. As he reached the fountain, he heard a low growl emanating from all around him. He spun holding his gun up at the ready.
Then Werner found something that made his heart stop. Standing before him were dozens… no at least a hundred figures. All dressed in preserved dresses and coats; however they had the face of rotting corpses. And their eyes… no not eyes. Their eyes were gone, replaced by red orbs of light.
For several seconds, everyone remained still until one of the creatures took a shambling step forward. Ulysses turned and fired a shot that hit the monster, what used to be a woman in an immaculate green dress, in the chest. The monster was knocked off her feet, but in that moment, they all surged forward!
Ulysses fired round after round, trying to hold them back. He pulled a grenade from his cloak and hurled it into the crowd, jumping into the fountain to take cover. The explosion shattered the windows all around the square, and another blood curdling scream resounded from everywhere at once. Ulysses popped back up and began firing at the monsters. His grenade took a good 20 monsters, yet more were steaming from the out of the buildings. Why hadn’t he seen all these things!?!
“Shit!” he cursed as he reloaded. He took several steps back instinctively, but his back pressed against the fountain’s central statue. “No… this can’t be it. I am not biting it before I see my child!” Ulysses cried as he unloaded another salvo from his pistol. He pulled the pin on a second grenade and hurled it at the group. As it disappeared into the horde he moved to take cover, but he slipped. In the briefest of seconds before the grenade went off, he opened his eyes to find that the fountain was quickly filling with liquid. However the fountain wasn’t spewing water, it was spewing crimson blood…
The grenade went off and the ground quaked once more. Ulysses felt something crack underneath him, and then he found himself falling…
The light began to fade as he fell deeper and deeper, into the city…
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