Holy shit! I'm posting my mental diarrhea. (lil pun there)
No Rest For The Wicked.
Characters.
Name: Abaddon Age: 26 Hair: Shoulder length, Black. Eyes: Green. Height: 6’4” Weight: 180lbs Birthplace: Kokoto Weapons: Bows and Longswords Armours: Ratholos Soul U, Golden Moon U, Death Stench U Profession: Hunter Description:
Abaddon is a veteran hunter from Kokoto village who has been hunting since he was 16 in order to pay for his parents home and for his broad education, his hunting has taken him on trips all around the world of Minegrade, he has slain a huge number of monsters, he keeps a cool head, but is often reckless in a fight, and will do anything to get his prey.
Prologue.
“We shouldn’t be here Tris” said Dana, a 6 year old girl from the local village, “Why not? It’s not dangerous at all!” said Tris, also 6 years old and from the same village as Dana, and quite clearly the less sensible one. “The village chief said there were wyverns around here, powerful ones!”
“The village chief is a senile old biddy! Besides hunters pass here all the time, you know I want to be one when I’m older, so this is a good chance to learn.”
“I guess you’re right.” Conceded Dana. “Damn right I am!” Tris said hotly,
“Tris you swore! I’m telling mum!”
“Swore? That ain’t swearing! This is swearing! Motherfu-“
“Shh! I saw something!” Dana whispered.
Dana and Tris peaked over the little bit of ruined rock they were behind, to see two hunters strolling up the steps of the Ancient Tower with their hands on their weapons, they shuffled closer to hear what they were saying.
The hunter in Gold armour with a Tachi on his back said: “I don’t know about this man, it just doesn’t seem right, there’s nothing here, no Remobra, no Aptonoch, No Shakalaka, Hell I haven’t even seen a bird for hours.”
The other hunter, wearing red armour with an Axe and a Shield on his back replied: “I know what you mean, but the guild assured me it was just your average bog standard Gold Rathian, not even G rank. What is there to worry about eh? I mean, you are wearing about two of them, we will be ok!”
The two hunters ascended the stairs and began the long climb to the top of the Tower. The kids shadowed the hunters, they followed them through the clouds of bugs in the first room which was flooded, and then they followed them through the place at the base of the Tower which was usually full of Giaprey, awaiting small children such as Tris and Dana to stumble by.
After a while they got to a room which was at cloud level, the only reason they could tell this was because of the massive hole in the wall. The two hunters decided to rest here before they stormed the nest. When all of a sudden there was a strange buzzing sound behind the kids, the hunters instantly unsheathed their weapons and leapt over the stone pile Dana was lying prone behind. “Shakalaka!” Red yelled. “No problem.” Muttered Gold as he shoved his Tachi into the things pumpkin mask. The Shakalaka lay still, twitching.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here man. What are you two doing up here?” Said Red
Dana decided to answer before Tris could open his big mouth “Jus’ playin’.” She said innocently
Gold said “It’s dangerous up here… you should leave.”
Tris took his opportunity “Ok mister hunter. We’ll go!”
Dana looked incredulous. “We will?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t want to disobey any authority.” Said Tris, with a glitter in his eye.
Tris ran back down the hall way dragging Dana with him. And just before he went down the path to go home he doubled back and leaned out one of the many holes in the Tower’s outer wall.
“What are you doing Tris?” enquired Dana.
“Climbing.”
“Where?”
“The nest. Let’s go!”
And so the two of them climbed up the hole and dent filled wall, until they reached the nest, and dropped down to hide behind a felled pillar. The Gold Rathian was currently lying down, as if awaiting the hunters that came for its life. The thing was huge, Gold crown level Huge.
“Look here they come!” Whispered Tris
Red and Gold ran into the Nest weapons unsheathed, the transition from relative peace to combat was seamless Gold opened up the assault by leaping forward with the Tachi aimed at the Rathian’s eye, It gave a great beat of its wings it leapt back avoiding the blade with ease, it breathed fire at Gold who had rolled to the creatures left anticipating the attack, Red swing his axe hair into the cluster of spikes on the creatures tail, shattering many in a single blow, poison spurting from the remaining shards, the Rathian swung around jaws open as it came, Gold swung at the back of the monsters leg, it hit, biting deep into the muscles, the Rathian charged forward and leapt into the air, it circled and swooped down claws almost grazing the ground. Red jumped out of the way, Gold rolled to the side and once again swung his Tachi in a wide arc, this time it shore though a wing, nearly severing it. The stricken creature somersaulted forward in the air and crashed into the stone wall, the sickening crunch of lots of large bones breaking echoed loudly, Red jumped in and started to hack away at the Rathian’s spine, Gold recovering from the shock from finding out that his attack had actually gone to plan ran towards the Rathian’s head, It spat a number of fireballs at the hunter, Red narrowly missed being hit by the lethal tail spikes, Gold dodged all the fireballs and as he recovered from his final roll to it’s head he stuck out his sword, It scored a deep cut on the shell between two red, hate-filled eyes, taking a massive gamble with his life, Gold jumped on his swords pommel putting all his weight on it. There was a crack and a disgusting gristly sound, then the Rathian lay still, its brain pierced by a 6 foot blade, its death rattle was loud enough to burst eardrums, and haunting enough to chill Tris to the bone. Blood sprayed out as Gold retrieved the Tachi. The two comrades began to carve their kill when Tris said:
“Dana… what the hell’s that!?” Pointing at a shimmer in one of the clouds.
“It’s another Rathian… Look there’s more!” Dana gestured to the south.
“More!” Tris yelled, not bothering to hide from the hunters as he gestured to the west.
“Hey kids I thought we told you to go ho- oshit.” Said Gold as he saw what was happening.
Red also seeing, sounding as if he was going to shit himself, yelled “Let’s get the *bleep* outa here!”
A Rathian swooped down, missing Red by inches, and leaving a large hole in the floor. Another prepared to spit a fireball, seeing where it was aiming; Gold grabbed the kids and hurled them through the door, just before the fireball hit, causing the doorway to turn to rubble.
“We gotta get help!” was the only thing Tris said as they began to run to the village.
“Fat lotta help our hunters will do, I doubt any of them under sixty has seen never mind fought anything bigger than a Gypceros!” Exclaimed Dana.
Nevertheless they ran into their small village and explained their situation to the chief, who took no persuading to send every hunter and volunteer to the tower.
When they got back Tris spotted Gold supporting Red who looked half conscious as they ran towards their reinforcements, their armour was in tatters they were covered in blood… whose blood was impossible to see, Gold had a large chest wound and what was left of his helmet was spattered with purple poison.
The chief yelled for all bow and guns to fire as a number of Rathians swooped at the hunters, two of them were shot out of the sky, others were knocked off target, one narrowly missed and crashed, breaking its neck, only one was left to climb into the air. It circled for a while until others joined it, many of whom were bearing deep wounds, probably from the hunters and misjudged attacks from their sisters, fireballs rained around the small cohort of hunters, a few were caught in the fire and were incinerated. More wyverns fell to ranged attacks. Suddenly the entranceway to the Tower exploded outwards as four Rathians charged out the Blade-masters among the hunters, including the Chief stepped forward to protect their gunners, who then turned their attention to the newcomers one was felled by arrow-fire, the rest slammed into the waiting Swords, Shields, Axes, Spears and other weapons. One Rathian was instantly brought down as it charged into an awaiting Lance headfirst, one other turned to face a Great-sword, it blew fire making the poorly armoured hunter burn instantly, It shrieked loudly and its tail was severed by another Great-sword, its wing was taken apart by the chief with his Dual-Swords, a Gun-lancer shoved his weapon into the screaming wyvern’s mouth, the other hunters assaulting the Rathian dived for cover as the Gun-lance charged its flamethrower. The Rathian’s head exploded in a billow of flame and a rain of grey matter. The last charged through to the Gunner lines, killing a number of both Blade-masters and Gunners. Red and Gold having glugged a few potions and bandaged his remaining wounds set about the creature, turning light nicks in its scales to huge gaping wounds. More Rathians descended from the heavens to wreak havoc on the remaining hunters. The battle raged for at least an hour, many were dead and many more were wounded, The Chief, Red, Gold, and the Gun-lancer were the only ones still on their feet, with two Rathians to go, the first charged at the Gun-lancer knocking him off his feet and into Gold, both now unconscious. Red spun on his left foot, sweeping his axe into the monster’s eye, again and again until it dropped. As it did so I spat a rather pathetic fireball at Red, he sailed through the air on top of a dead gunner. Leaving only the Chief and a moderately unscathed Rathian standing. The Rathian charged, the Chief rolled. But because of the bodies he couldn’t get very far, the Rathian charged straight into him, knocking his swords out of his hands, pinning him against the wall, Rathian nose to human midsection, the Chief thought “I’m going to die an excruciating death by fire and them I’m going to be eaten. Ah well I’ve had a good run!” As the Chief began to feel heat on his legs, suddenly the Rathian arched its back and screamed. Blood sprayed from the stump that was now its tail. The Chief looked around to see what the hell had just happened. Standing there was a man dressed in tattered and blood spattered black robes, which he recognised as Death Stench armour, he held a black scythe, completing the Grim Reaper appearance. The Stranger leapt into the air and swung his scythe down into the Rathian’s thigh, knocking it to the ground, he then kicked off the creatures back whirling his scythe in a wide circle, swinging it into the wyvern’s bottom jaw, a grunt and a quick jerk ripped the jaw clean off, The Coup dé grace came seconds after, in the form of the scythes point burying itself in the Rathian’s blood red eye, the shower of blood was enormous. Now that the battle was finished, the medics set about gathering the wounded and collecting the dead, it was going to be a long week for them.
Chapter 1
The Chief sat on a log at one of the few campfires, they had decided to stop for the night halfway back to the village, as it was getting dark and with so many dead and wounded, there’s no telling what would confront them in the night. Across from him sat the mysterious hunter, sharpening his scythe in long, slow strokes of the whetstone. He had pulled back his hood to reveal a young man with long dark hair and green eyes. He hadn’t spoken to anyone, nor had anybody spoken to him. So the Chief decided he ought to learn who his rescuer was. “Thank you for helping us today, kindness from strangers is a rare thing for us, not to mention the impressive wyverns against us.” The stranger said nothing. He just continued to sharpen his scythe, as though he wanted it to be able to cut the whetstone itself.
The Chief coughed awkwardly. “Can I ask your name?” He inquired.
“You may ask.” Was the rather uninformative and irritating reply.
“Okay, what shall I call you noble hunter?”
“My name is Abaddon, and no, it’s not my birth-name.”
“Abaddon ehh? May I ask what made you decide to take such a name?”
“No, you may not.”
“Very well. Then I won’t. What were you doing around the Tower? And why did you decide to help us?” The Chief asked.
“I was at the tower because I saw the sheer number of wyverns heading there, and I saw fire at the top. I decided to help because it was the right thing to do, I apologise for not arriving sooner.” Abaddon said, in a monotone.
“Well once again. You have my thanks; you are welcome in my village any time.”
“Thank you. I will stay there for a night, and then I will try to find out what the wyverns were doing in such vast numbers at the tower. No promises I’ll have an answer right away. And you may find I attract some… unsavoury characters.”
“I won’t inquire as to why, it’s your business not mine.” The Chief said.
And with that Abaddon walked off to the tent he had erected for himself, in a shady corner at the side of the camp. He lifted the tent flap closed it behind him and put a pot of hot water on a portable stove. He pull off his hood, his gloves and his boots then he climbed out of the robes and folded them neatly away. He put on some comfy clothes and put some Herbs and Sap plant in the pot, he stirred it for a while then he put in some shredded Dobiscus and some demonshroom powder, he drank down the strange tea in a single swallow, in hope that the drug haze would keep the nightmares at bay.
They didn’t.
Chapter 2
He stood before the men in Guardian armour, he was wearing his Ratholos Soul U, They held Guild knight Sabres, he held only his carving knife. Two of the Guild knights dragged an unconscious girl away, six stood to face Abaddon. One rushed forward, Abaddon rolled into his legs tripping the knight up, he twisted as he stood up and jammed his knife into his victim’s throat. The next came, he span around in a balletic twirl his blades like a deadly windmill, Abaddon ducked under his defences and shoulder rammed his gut before stabbing him in the thigh and pulling the knife up until it came out of his shoulder on the opposite side, the unknown knight fell screaming, trying to hold in his guts and staunch the arterial bleeding, Abaddon barely noticed as the next two came at him. Both lunged the one on the left scored a gash on Abaddon’s cheek, the right would have gutted him had it not been for the fact his nose was broken and the bone forced up into his brain by a sharp uppercut. The left attempted to scissor his blades at Abaddon's neck, trying to decapitate him, he fell to the floor his throat so deeply slit it was a miracle his head was still attached, he made the fatal mistake of missing Abaddon’s neck by centimetres. Abaddon picked up a set of sabres and charged the remaining knights, they charged him, Abaddon rolled, twirled as he stood, swinging his blades. He hamstrung the knights, he followed up by slicing the head off one and jamming the narrower sword into the others eye. His shoulder burned with pain, he was feeling feverish. The sword that cut him was poisoned! Nevertheless he ran after the two Guild knights dragging the girl off. He saw her unconscious and blood spattered in a cage, he couldn’t tell if it was her blood or not, his vision was getting blurry. He ran down and hacked the door to the cage open when all of a sudden he heard a muffled battle cry behind him, he sidestepped, and received a sharp blow to the head from a pommel, he blink furiously but his vision had turned blue and white, he got up and half charged half staggered into the assailant, He slammed his blades into his or her guts, he couldn’t tell any more. He hoisted the stricken human being into the air, still impaled on his swords, and then he scissored, slicing the poor bastard in two. The battle was over; the other knight had obviously run away. He began searching for an antidote in a bag by the cage. “Mrrf.” Said a voice. Delirious Abaddon looked up, the girl was speaking to him, seemingly frantically, but her words were muffled and her actions blurry, he couldn’t hear or see her at all well. She screamed, the sound pierced even the poisonous haze. Then all of a sudden his back and stomach were on fire with agony. He didn’t need to see or hear to tell that he had been stabbed; the sword had entered the small of his back and had exited through the bottom of his chest. He cried out in pain. Abaddon slid off the blade and landed on the ground and turned over, his apparent killer was saying something.
“..Wa...p…”
“Wake….”
“Wake up!”
“WAKE UP!”
Abaddon sat bolt upright, eyes wide sweat pouring off him. He looked around and saw Tris in the tent. He was shaking.
“What’s going on?” Abaddon asks.
Tris didn’t need to answer; there was a raptor-like screech, a gristly sound and a blood curdling scream.
Abaddon grabbed his scythe, Yelled “Stay there!” to the kid and ran out of the tent.
There was a huge pack of velociprey attacking the camp, The chief and the few hunters still able to stand were all that had any chance in combat with the beasts. The Chief had his dual blades and was protecting the field hospital the man in Ratholos armour from the Tower battle was defending the supply tents, the man in Golden Rathian armour protecting the civilian tents, Abaddon decided everything vital was being protected so he would just kill anything that he didn’t like the look of.
He heard another raptor call above him he spun around scythe aim high, he skewered the creature in mid air on the scythe blade, he kicked it off and ran to another prey, slicing off its head in a single stroke.
Then in a split second he was on the ground, something pointed slightly stabbing his back, he heard the hiss, the warm drool dripped on the back of his neck. He looked at a mirror in a nearby tent with its flap open, the Velocidrome was standing on his back.
“Get off me, you stupid mother*bleep*ing CREATURE!” He roared, and bucked until the drome lost its balance and stumbled off of him. Abaddon didn’t waste a second, he unsheathed his carving knife dived under it’s legs, slashed as hard as he could, he had cut from the inside of the thigh up into the hip bone, the pitiful creature writhed and squawked wretchedly on the ground. The other prey had either been killed or they had fled, the Chief stood behind him. Abaddon didn’t bother to reach for the scythe, instead he grabbed a hold of the Drome’s leg and pulled… and pulled… there was a pop as the hip dislocated, he twisted, there was a disgusting tearing noise as the leg came off, shreds of meat and torn blood vessels hung spraying blood from the stump. The Strangled scream of the Velocidrome was cut short by Abaddon swinging the severed leg at its head, the bone smashing straight into its head, The Velocidrome lost consciousness, and died.
Covered in blood and gore Abaddon went to the field hospital to get his wound checked.
I WARN YOU ALL! Next chapter is long and the ending depressing. But it will build up!
Chapter 3
After all the wounded had been patched up and the camp packed up the group immediately set off for the village. Halfway back they were at a small cliff edge in a large valley, rolling green hills and herds of Aptonoch everywhere, the place seemed like Utopia to everybody, except Abaddon.
Abaddon had walked over to the edge of the cliff kneeled down and started to dig with his bare hands.
The Chief began to walk over and see what was going on.
“What’s going on Abaddon, something bothering you?” He asked.
“I just need to check something, I know this place.” Abaddon said.
After about ten minutes Abaddon stood up to get a look at the uncovered objects. Seven sets of Guild Knight Sabres and as many Guardian Helmets.
The Chief said “Guild knights died here, in battle. Do you have anything to do with this?.. Abaddon?” He looked to where Abaddon stood before, he was gone. The Chief looked around, and over the cliff. Abaddon was digging at its base. He stopped, held up an object that shone like a star in the sunlight.
When Abaddon had climbed back up the Chief asked “What did you find?”
Abaddon muttered “Encouragement.”
The Chief was about to ask just what the hell he meant when all of a sudden there was a huge rumbling, like an earthquake.
The looked over the edge again the ground was tearing itself apart, like a huge earth river heading south. Suddenly a Monoblos burst from the earth, roared, then dove back under and continued on its way south.
“Well I’ll be damned.” Said the Chief.
“They are heading for the tower, like the Rathians were.” Abaddon noted.
“Well whatever, we gotta get outa here before we are noticed” The Chief warned
“Indeed we do.”
Eventually the group finally got back to the village; it was a quiet place a couple of dozen miles away from Kokoto, it had a slow running river through the middle of it, the nets were hung in the river ready to catch any half decent fish that swam by.
Some random kid sitting on a dock with a fishing rod spotted the column and yelled: “They’re back! Everybody come out They’re back!”
A number of doors opened as the hunters’ families came out to greet them, not knowing the horror they were about to face.
“Dear god, are any of them still alive?” A woman who looked to be in her mid forties asked.
The Chief sighed wearily. “Yes many died but many more lived thankfully, your husband included.”
“Oh thank heavens; I better go see what I can do to help.” She said running off into the column.
Another younger woman came up to the Chief and landed him a good hard slap on the cheek “How DARE you risk the lives of every hunter in the village for the sake of TWO men!? TWO MEN?” She slapped him again, and again.
“Well how would you feel if your brother needed help and we refused to come to his aid? He could be killed. I don’t want to do that to anybody, and I know I have, many more than just two. And I’m sorry, but we didn’t know what we were up against. But luckily for us this young man was there!” He said gesturing to Abaddon. “Had he arrived any later we would ALL be dead.”
The woman merely harrumphed and stormed off. A number of people came to see the Chief with similar complaints, and encouragements.
When finally a man a little older than Abaddon came up to the Chief and said “My wife died out there, because of you old man. I hope you are happy, because you are going to die!” And with that he whipped out a sword Abaddon recognised as The Princess Rapier.
The Chief closed his eyes expecting to be dead in seconds, he counted to ten, no blow came, he counted to twenty. Still nothing. He opened his eyes.
Abaddon was standing side on to him his right arm extended, with a carving knife jammed in the assailants face.
He sheathed the knife and said. “I would appreciate being shown to the inn or wherever I can sleep.”
The Chief incredulously said “Sure thing, thanks for saving my life for the umpteenth time.”
The Chief showed him to an empty house on the waters edge, bade him goodnight and left him to it.
Abaddon went straight to the bedroom; he lugged his gear box (that he had put on an Aptonoch cart for travelling from the Tower) up the stairs. He stripped out of his armour stood up his scythe in the corner.
He then washed off the blood on his hands. And washed the dirt and blood off the necklace he had found at the cliffs.
He looked at it for an hour, the jewel in the middle, the nick in the side, the delicate chain the sheer natural beauty of the uncut stone. He stared at it some more. Then he put it on. And started to cry.
He pulled a Bone Shooter from the item chest, loaded a shot into it, put the muzzle against his head, and threw it at the wall so hard it broke into pieces.
“I can’t die yet, He’s still alive.”
He grabbed an earthenware pot of some alcoholic beverage from the item chest, drank it all. And then he drank another pot, and cried himself to sleep.
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Aug 12, 09 06:38PMFire Squall
AWWWE!!! You're welcome Nick!!!! I'm glad I could be there to help ya! Great ending, although a tad bit of a cliff hanger. Amazing though, congrats!
Aug 03, 09 03:42AMDragonbuster91
Pretty good, Leviathen. Well done.
Aug 02, 09 07:01PMflavawolf
Nice ending I'm glad I started reading it.
Aug 02, 09 02:12PMLeviathen
Chapter 23
Abaddon awoke.
He stared up at the stars blearily.
He sat up, with a lot of cracking, due to dried blood and stiff joints, shook his head and looked around.
The army had set up a camp in front of the tower, the inferno was gone, it just stood there, blackened, but standing as ancient as time itself - pointing defiantly into the skies.
The Akantor was still lying in two pieces, in an inch thick lake of gore - leaking gently.
Somebody had pulled a load of water buckets up from the river in the canyon, Abaddon walked over to it, stripped to his underclothes and carefully washed his hands, face and armour. He unloaded and scrubbed Profusion clean.
He picked up his sword - dipped it into a bucket of water, which promptly froze.
"That's kinda annoying." He remarked. The ice melted again, and the blade's glow dimmed, in a kind of apologetic manner.
He cleaned it off, and left his equipment to dry.
Abaddon wandered around, found a tent that Ashura had erected for them, (judging by Ashura's favourite flag being draped over the entrance) Changed his clothes to something a little less blood caked and went out looking again.
He found the largest tent he had seen, short of a circus tent and stepped inside, warriors were all around. They all turned to him and raised their glasses, flagons, skins and tankards to him and went back to the food and conversation.
Abaddon sat down next to the Cathulii Chief and Ashura and asked before anything else:
"How many did we lose?"
"Many, two hundred Cathulii, four undeads - the rest of whom went back to their... uhh... homes Suladin minus one arm - he took it with him though, forty six mercenaries and a bunch of others." Ashura answered - he seemed vaguely cheery despite the losses.
Abaddon grunted. He stayed and chatted for a while, discussing what to do next and when to do it, Ashura wanted to go back to the village, try to lead a more relaxing life there - The village wouldn't be without food or materials for armour, weapons and fortifications for a while.
Abaddon secretly disagreed, there was still one thing he needed to do, one last hunt, it burned in his mind like the flaming tower.
He bid his comrades goodnight and stepped outside and strode over to the hulking ruin of the Akantor.
He ripped plates, scales and spines from its corpse and flung them onto a large wheelbarrow along with various parts of other monsters, and entire Remobras.
He wheeled it to the crafter's tents and set to work.
The next morning Abaddon stepped out donned in a new set of unadorned black robes, reminiscent of his previous ones.
Holding a new scythe, slimmer, sharper than the one before, blacker than night, with a blade as long as Abaddon's arm, Elegant and beautiful.
He gathered up the rest of his equipment and started to pack up.
Food rations, water canteens, couple of whetstones, various bandoleers of shots for Profusion, Bowgun maintenance kit, clothes repair kit, medical items and a few other random things.
He loaded Profusion, slung the scythe diagonally across his back and put the rucksack over that before he put his hood up.
Abaddon sought out Ashura and explained.
He explained that he would go to hunt down the last person on the list, that he might not make it back, that he would be leaving his sword and armour for Ashura to do with as he saw fit and lastly what he wanted Ashura to do.
He nodded towards the Cathulii Zoey lookalike which Ashura had since learned was called Christina.
"Look after her, that's all I really ask, and as much as I would love to bring you for this, I need her to be protected. Do you understand?" He said.
Ashura nodded, looked to the side - and launched himself at Abaddon.
He almost stabbed Ashura in the neck, old habits die hard - but then he realised Ashura was just bearhugging him.
Abaddon embraced him for a short time before letting him go, and saying goodbyes to him.
He said goodbye to the Chief and Christina. The latter being a tearful affair, surprisingly on both sides.
At last, taking a last look at the camp and at the Tower he set off towards Kokoto.
For one final hunt.
This is the end of No Rest For The Wicked, it has been an incredible thing for me, it is the first thing I have ever written from beginning to end and it has been a wonderful way to spend my time, I wrote for fun or just to vent my feelings. Abaddon was based off a lot of negative feelings I have from long before right up to around the middle and a little after this story, mixed in a little of some of my favorite characters from other things to get the image right in my mind, slapped some of what I believe to be my own personality on him and then formed him. Ashura was a character that was invented by The_Kushala_Kid, and an awesome guy he turned out to be. Amy... ahh dear old Amy... well suffice to say I knew a real bitch when I made her up. The story is being continued (Currently in Zazomy's Minegarde's Campfire which is yet to be finished and in later stories that I will write, fairly soon), and there will also be a prologue so everybody can see how Abaddon got to where he was in this story. Zoey in a very loose sense is based yet again off another person in my life but I'm not going into that, this is too long winded as is.
Epilogue facts:
Abaddon set off to hunt Matt, who he finds in Osmancos, after a great deal of searching. Ashura went back with the Cathulii to the village where they lived, where a wall made entirely of enormous monster bones was erected, with the Akantor's skull and ribs as the gateway. Christina gave birth to Daniel Wotanchilde who would later be known as Sephyr, Ashura will be his mentor and teacher, along with a few other people. The Hunter's Guild, after the Massacre at Schrade, was in complete turmoil, but at the end was reformed, as a greater entity, with much less by ways of corruption and autocracy. Wyverns, after the battle at the tower were not as commonly seen as before, but after a few years their numbers were too back to normal.
The Chronicles Of Destruction shall be continued in Judgement.
Now for a rather long Thanks to list:
Zazomy, for writing a continuation of this, and being an inspiration, and almost a co writer to this. Steve, Johnny and Rowan for being the best friends and mentors a guy could ask for. My parents thanks for giving birth to me (God help you). To my Auntie, for being yet another good friend to me. And to many others for various reasons. Lastly to God, for putting all of these people on this Earth to make it a better place, and to make this story come to life. This was dedicated to you all.
I hope you all enjoyed this and will read my later works.
The End.
Aug 02, 09 08:52AMflavawolf
I enjoyed it.
Jul 29, 09 07:01PMFire Squall
So much gore...so much violence...unbeleivably descriptive...bloody brilliant, as always. Keep up the good work, mate!
Jul 28, 09 09:14AMDragonbuster91
Brilliantly gory as always. Nice chapter, Leviathen.
Jul 27, 09 04:04PMLeviathen
Chapter 22
He didn't stop to think, he rolled to the side and sprayed shots full auto at the hulking monolith he was faced with - most of the shots either glanced off its scales or were worn so thin that by the time they hit flesh the bullets were so small that they may as well have been pine needles stuck in the world's largest anvil.
The sound it made was similar to an amused grunt, it pounced.
Abaddon saw little else to do than try not to shit his well armoured pants and run and hide behind the nearest rock - so that he did.
As the Akantor dug its claws out of the ground he fired off some more potshots, but saw that they were pretty much useless.
He was loading a Crag shot when the Akantor turned her head and vaporised the rock he was behind with a blast of sonic power.
Abaddon was flung from his feet, Profusion sent spinning off somewhere. With stars going into supernovas in his retinas, ears ringing more than the Vatican on the day a Pope was elected he got to his feet and drew his sword.
It was standing there, just looking at him, staring down the prey, he was the deer caught in the headlights, he was already dead.
Then to just about everybodies surprise - Abaddon punched it on the nose. It was even more surprising when it recoiled.
Abaddon allowed himself a split second of sheer amazement before charging into the breach he had created, as it was getting up he jumped on its flat head - he ran up his back, trailing his sword along the Akantor's scales, leaving a path of sparks and frost behind him.
Still slightly dazed he threw an arm around one of her back spines and jammed his sword down between them as far as he could... about two inches.
He ripped his sword up, spraying steaming blood into the air. The Akantor roared and with near burst eardrums Abaddon noticed it was about to roll over and crush him under however many scores of tonnes of angry wyvern and spines, with that in mind he leapt down.
He was flying farther than he thought he would... The Akantor had swatted him in mid air. His ribs were broken. Ah. Crap.
He still had his sword, he had landed beside Profusion. With all the agony in the world he picked up the gun and levelled it at the Akantor.
She was rearing up, sucking in masses of air for another sonic attack, it would be a tremendous deathblow.
He fired - the bullet stuck between some damaged scales in her shoulder - just wide of the Akantor's mouth. Then it exploded in a shower of gore and scales, the wyvern expelled its sonic blast in agony, but thankfully into the sky.
He didn't waste a second, Abaddon leapt up, regretting it and revelling in it at the same time and charged in.
He slashed into the dazed monolith's stomach, a gash opening wide and frost melting with the heat of the blood pouring out, he slashed more and more, not trying to wound lethally so as to create as many wounds as he could - he was hacking like a logger might hack at an enormous tree. He was aiming to take chunks out of it - it was too shocked and agonized to do much more than scream into the air. He cut, and cut, and cut - he had made a small cave, he slashed through its spine, and finally cut out the back.
Stepping out covered in gore, he admired his handiwork, and he knew just how to top it off.
He leapt onto the Akantor's back and climbed up until he stood on her neck.
He summoned all his misery, all his pain, all his strength and above all, his rage.
He raised his sword, and slammed it down, right through the skull and into the brain.
The entire upper half of the Akantor's body has so far been supported by the remaining flesh, and a few scales and plates. Combine a few dozen tonnes of weight with a well placed, and brutally powerful blow aimed downwards and you have a lot working against those few things.
The Akantor broke into two pieces, Abaddon rode the head down.
He was having trouble breathing, he was exhausted, he was bleeding and still dazed.
He decided to have a seat on the fallen beast's head while the remaining monsters were finished off, with the sword still in reach, and Profusion at his feet he promptly fell asleep.
This message was edited by Leviathen on Jul 28 2009.
Jul 08, 09 05:50PMW o l a s
Makes me want to update my disaster with my new ( and better thank god ) writing skillz. Good fic. (take that to heart since im a hardass on my fanfic reviews.. usually)
Jul 08, 09 05:44PMFire Squall
I GOT IT NICK! *thinks back to Breezy's fic* good times, goooood times.
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