Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2013 10:10:32 GMT -5
// A little story I wrote about Yorick as application for him over at the Runebook community.
Just before the third rune war.
The rain was pouring down upon the Gravedigger as he walked towards the graveyard, the dirt underneath his feet had turned to mud, the rocks he walked on was wet and slippery. The path he walked was always the same, he didn't know how many times he had walked past the same trees, the same ruins or the same castle. Yorick held his shovel tightly in his hands, making sure that he'd never lose it. As he walked a yellow glowing ghoul was hovering around him, keeping an eye out for anyone or anything, many times before he had summoned the ghoul he had been attacked by foolish humans that used to come to the Isles trying to prove themselves.
The living who attacked him soon joined him in the afterlife. It was always the same kind of people who sought to kill or fight the inhabitants of the Shadow Isles, those who thought themselves brave or courageous; it didn't help much being either. Because most of the time it wasn't Yorick or anyone else who killed them, it was the Shadow Isles itself who did, the Isles had an aura that slowly killed everything that lived. The undead or as some may call them, the Zombies that resided on the isles were immune to the aura, after all, they are already dead.
The Gravedigger was getting closer to the graveyard, the ghoul that had been circulating Yorick and keeping an eye out started to pull in his arm, pointing behind them. "What is it now?" He turned around and saw a group of six people walking towards the Gravedigger. Yorick put his shovel into the ground, "Another group of foolish living, about to join the ranks of the Isles." He said to the group, the one who appeared to be the leader of the group ordered the rest to stand still, he walked up a bit closer to Yorick. "Oh, we are not like the rest who has come here, we are protected by the light, and we are here to destroy all who live here on the Shadow Isles." he said, Yorick chuckled, "Do you think the light will protect you, here? You are standing on the darkest place in all of Valoran, nothing will protect you here. Leave before the Isles consume you, or join us in eternity."
The leader of the group straightened his back, "We will not leave the Shadow Isles until all who reside here are dead." he said, his voice shaking a bit, Yorick noticed this. "Then you will join our ranks, maybe the Ruined King will allow you to have your mind intact." Yorick pulled out his shovel from the ground, preparing for the fight to come. The leader of the group pulled out a short sword with a cross hanging from the hilt, he then rushed towards the Gravedigger. Yorick, who had fought many times here on the Isles, knew what to expect, they all used the same technique, thinking they were innovative and cunning. With a quick motion with his right arm Yorick hit the man over the head with his shovel, cracking the skull, the body hit the ground with a muffled sound. Yorick turned his attention to the rest of the group who was struggling with their weapons. Yorick raised his left hand as if he was holding a glass of wine in is hand, he then said. "Devour them." a group of Ghouls came crawling up from the ground underneath them, the ghouls started to attack the living, draining their life essence. Again Yorick raised his hand, "Let them Rot." a group of small explosions appeared and from them Ghouls came flying out, attacking the three who was still standing. When there was only one left, Yorick disbanded the ghouls, and walked up to the remaining survivor who was laying on the ground. "Do you regret coming here, mortal?" he asked the man, "y-y-y-yes, p-p-please let me go.” Yorick looked at the man one last time, "Death is the only gift I offer." He then called his watchdog of a ghoul to finish him off.
Yorick heard the man beg for mercy as the ghoul came closer, it had a ravenous look in its glowing eyes. Yorick turned around and began walking to the graveyard, as he had walked past the corpse of the leader he heard a scream coming from the last survivor, he kept walking, after a minute the ghoul came back to him, it looked pleased and it held a forearm in it's hands, chewing on it as it looked around for anyone else that might want to fight the Gravedigger. Soon you could hear the uneven steps coming from the scene of battle, the gravedigger had returned to it, only to drag the bodies with him to the graveyard. When he was there he walked up to some fresh graves and tossed down the bodies. "Life.. slips away."
Just before the third rune war.
The rain was pouring down upon the Gravedigger as he walked towards the graveyard, the dirt underneath his feet had turned to mud, the rocks he walked on was wet and slippery. The path he walked was always the same, he didn't know how many times he had walked past the same trees, the same ruins or the same castle. Yorick held his shovel tightly in his hands, making sure that he'd never lose it. As he walked a yellow glowing ghoul was hovering around him, keeping an eye out for anyone or anything, many times before he had summoned the ghoul he had been attacked by foolish humans that used to come to the Isles trying to prove themselves.
The living who attacked him soon joined him in the afterlife. It was always the same kind of people who sought to kill or fight the inhabitants of the Shadow Isles, those who thought themselves brave or courageous; it didn't help much being either. Because most of the time it wasn't Yorick or anyone else who killed them, it was the Shadow Isles itself who did, the Isles had an aura that slowly killed everything that lived. The undead or as some may call them, the Zombies that resided on the isles were immune to the aura, after all, they are already dead.
The Gravedigger was getting closer to the graveyard, the ghoul that had been circulating Yorick and keeping an eye out started to pull in his arm, pointing behind them. "What is it now?" He turned around and saw a group of six people walking towards the Gravedigger. Yorick put his shovel into the ground, "Another group of foolish living, about to join the ranks of the Isles." He said to the group, the one who appeared to be the leader of the group ordered the rest to stand still, he walked up a bit closer to Yorick. "Oh, we are not like the rest who has come here, we are protected by the light, and we are here to destroy all who live here on the Shadow Isles." he said, Yorick chuckled, "Do you think the light will protect you, here? You are standing on the darkest place in all of Valoran, nothing will protect you here. Leave before the Isles consume you, or join us in eternity."
The leader of the group straightened his back, "We will not leave the Shadow Isles until all who reside here are dead." he said, his voice shaking a bit, Yorick noticed this. "Then you will join our ranks, maybe the Ruined King will allow you to have your mind intact." Yorick pulled out his shovel from the ground, preparing for the fight to come. The leader of the group pulled out a short sword with a cross hanging from the hilt, he then rushed towards the Gravedigger. Yorick, who had fought many times here on the Isles, knew what to expect, they all used the same technique, thinking they were innovative and cunning. With a quick motion with his right arm Yorick hit the man over the head with his shovel, cracking the skull, the body hit the ground with a muffled sound. Yorick turned his attention to the rest of the group who was struggling with their weapons. Yorick raised his left hand as if he was holding a glass of wine in is hand, he then said. "Devour them." a group of Ghouls came crawling up from the ground underneath them, the ghouls started to attack the living, draining their life essence. Again Yorick raised his hand, "Let them Rot." a group of small explosions appeared and from them Ghouls came flying out, attacking the three who was still standing. When there was only one left, Yorick disbanded the ghouls, and walked up to the remaining survivor who was laying on the ground. "Do you regret coming here, mortal?" he asked the man, "y-y-y-yes, p-p-please let me go.” Yorick looked at the man one last time, "Death is the only gift I offer." He then called his watchdog of a ghoul to finish him off.
Yorick heard the man beg for mercy as the ghoul came closer, it had a ravenous look in its glowing eyes. Yorick turned around and began walking to the graveyard, as he had walked past the corpse of the leader he heard a scream coming from the last survivor, he kept walking, after a minute the ghoul came back to him, it looked pleased and it held a forearm in it's hands, chewing on it as it looked around for anyone else that might want to fight the Gravedigger. Soon you could hear the uneven steps coming from the scene of battle, the gravedigger had returned to it, only to drag the bodies with him to the graveyard. When he was there he walked up to some fresh graves and tossed down the bodies. "Life.. slips away."