Recently i downloaded the Fear The Night mod, and decided to make a series about my adventurers dieing to LITERALLY EVERYTHING EVER.
I am Otur Tempestbolts, and i am dead.
I suppose this requires some explanation. I used to be a monster hunter, traveling the globe in search of creatures of the night. Or atleast, i tried to be. I lived a normal life, right up until my fourth birthday, the day my brother died. We threw a party when a child was seen, watching from the distance. He was invited over, and danced and played with all of the others until we played Blunderball, a sport involving a lot of roughhousing. He was shoved to the ground, and started changing. His transformation complete, he stood as a eight-foot-tall Werescorpion. He roared and charged at a table, flipping it and pinning my brother as the monster advanced upon him, claws clicking in anticipation. I watched in horror as my friends and family were ripped apart until this monster, this horror disappeared into the forest. It plagued my nightmares, and still does to this day. I promised myself to save the world from this plague, and i kept to that promise. Years, training my mind and body to the peak, becoming a crack shot with a crossbow, and a decent axe-fighter, as well as learning to hold a shield and wear armor correctly. I set my mind to the cause, to the point of scaring my family. I had no friends, but that was okay, as the only friends i needed were my weapons. I left them thinking i had given up, while training even harder, training to bring a hail of good upon the hordes of the dark. I had gone in the morning, armed with my knowledge and my weapons, to fight the dark. I headed for the forest, remembering the lore of the werebeings that dwell within. I had brought with me Ote, my merc companion, to help me kill the wretched beasts, knowing that the bogeymen prey upon the lonely. I soon found a lair, and snuck in. Almost at once, i heard yelling, and i froze, realizing a couple seconds later that the inhabitant was insane. I creeped in deeper, seeing a small obese child, sitting at the corner yelling at nothing and swatting the air. He saw me the same second that i saw him, locking eyes. He charged at me and i fired my crossbow, tearing through the left side of his gut. He started transforming, his body lengthening and twisting as i watched, morbidly fascinated. He charged and Ote's bolt bounced right off, seconds before the Werescorpion impaled him to the wall with his pincer. The monster turned his head, and stabbed me with his tail, while trying to pull his claw out of the stone. He pulled it out, causing huge chunks of rock to fly everywhere, some hitting me. I flew into the cave wall and slumped down, stunned. I felt nothing... but then i felt something. Rage. Rage, filling me, replacing pain, fear, remorse, everything. I stood up shakily, my vision tinted brown. My body felt peculiar, as if someone had replaced my blood with magma. I watched as my body changed, morphed into the very creature i had hated for so long. I looked up, seeing the monster smiling a malicous parody of a smile. I charged, and he took me down with a swipe to the knees. He raised his foot, and i saw black. Now they tell me i earned the right to be reincarnated forever as one of the demi-heroes of lore.
Next adventurer incoming!
SO. MANY. PERIOOOOODS.
Author
Topic: Urist Helsing, Monster Hunter (Read 999 times)