Thread: Quest To The Wasteland

Ooc. lol wow dude how u been? and yeah im on a stable connection so i should be on more..

Good. We need to try to get others interested as well. Maybe 3-4 four more people. I wonder if any of the old players will return.

Ooc. i wonder the same thing and ima try to get other rpers interested..

Bic. His form desends into the shadows of this realm vanishing as he lingers within the shadows of this realm his presence consealed. He observes his surroundings as he silently travels through the different regoins of this realm establishing a mental layout of his surroundings within days.

Months later, Hash has accumulated a large number of monstrous followers, of all kinds and temperments. They ravage the land and take all resources without remorse. The Majin's Own currently have camped out in the mountains, taking over Summit, a sleepy village near the peak of Mt. Kanith. It has now been known by a new name. Razor's Point.

The mass of monsters are currently bringing forth the spoils of a weeklong raid of villages along the coast. Money, Food, Drugs, Women, Metals and whatever else of value they find.

He allocates the spoils amongst his forces, according to need, taking enough for himself to live like the warlord he has become.

He sits upon a twisted throne of skin and bone, made with the bodies of his conquered foes, human, monster, and demon alike.

*After several months on his travels he had come across many things that shouldnt be witness through the persective of a mere human. He traveled through this realm lands creating a metal map of sorts. He came across this village currently being raided by a band of monsterous mutants one day traveling within the shadows of this realm his presence already being consealed he followed them to this summit, now on his journey he had heard many spread the fear and torment of this very summit. He became intune with his surroundings as he knew he was now entering the infamous Razor's Point.

He seen many creatures demonic and santanic alike as he seen one fimilar figure, his old ally Hash. His form slowly ascended from the shadows of the two guards near Hash's throne silently appearing 5 feet before the 2 insignificant guards and Hash before saying in an emotionless and cold tone.* 'Hey its been a while.. i see you had formed your own little army if you wanna call it that... How things out here been for you since your escape?'

O.o Ooc. Umm that's crazy the last post was posted by me a day before my birthday...

"I merely walk with those who wish to walk with me"Hash stands up and walks up to the shadowy one, gesturing to a wench. She brings over a green glass bottle filled with a purple liquid and two cups. Hash pours a drink himself and hands it his guest's way. "You look a bit parched,pilgrim. A drink of Terran wine should do ya up nicely."