Pwn Sin or die (Quark)

Meh, stole your title.

Isis: http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...&postcount=567
Erebus: http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...&postcount=596
Naomi: http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/...&postcount=656
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"There have been tales told of an evil that ravages the land. He comes, kills, leaves none in alive in his path. Even on other worlds his wrath is legendary.

He is Sin.

He has almost never been beaten, and even those who do manage to defeat him were nearly killed. At most, it's gotta be, like, two people who beat him? Anyway, back to the story. It is said that he eats the brains of his victims. But nobody knows for sure, because they've all been killed.

For now, his wrath is stayed from us. He frequents the other parts of the world, but we have been fortunate enough to have been ignored. But remember, children, if you ever hear the word "Sin," run. Run as far as you can as fast as you can.

And that is my tale."

Three people out of a total of twenty clapped. Children and babies cluchted at their parents out of fear, and even the older set were gripped with a gnawing panic. One of the clappers was named Erebus, a boy who feared little, mostly because he was almost always drunk. Another was an extremely good-looking fox-girl named Naomi, who clapped because it was nigh impossible to get her in a bad mood.

The third clapper was a holy creature named Isis, which had to stand in the back because of her fairly large wings.

None of these three knew of the truth behind this tale, or else they would all have been afraid for their lives.
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Come into this however you like. Erebus and Naomi are going to leave as soon as you get here, so act like they don't even exist. I just find it easier to come up with something if those two are involved.

Ooc: Let the party begin!

Bic:

Erebus stood to his feet, stretching his arms out wide with a brief yawn, “Alright, nice story but I think I could take on this Sin guy blindfolded.” he chuckled slightly before turning from the group, deciding he would head back to his room, “Are you coming Naomi?” Erebus asked before he left.

The fox-girl stood to her feet, yawning and stretching her own arms out as well, “Yeah, I’m beat, I think it’s about time to hit the sack.” she stood and walked past Erebus back toward the village a mere half mile away.

“Isis?” Erebus said her name, inquiring if she would come along as well.

The goddess stood in silence, staring up at the night’s sky, “I’ll join you later.” she decided, “I want to stay out here a little longer.”

“Suit yourself.” Naomi called back sleepily as she moved back away from the edge of the woods they were staying at.

“Hey Isis, don’t be out too long.” Erebus called back before leaving, “If you do, Sin will steal your brains!” he laughed jokingly as he turned around.

“Don’t worry Erebus I can take care of myself.” She smirked as the young teenager disappeared from view.

There were still quite a few people around the campfire, apparently telling jokes or more spooky stories. Isis was about to join them around the fire until a strange cold wind suddenly swept through the base of the small congregation, tickling her feet. She looked around at the others, seeing that they didn’t notice it much, aside from a mother who pulled a blanket tighter around her child.

Isis shrugged it off and began to sit again, but the wind returned, this time it whisked past her ears. With the wind came an eerie voice, just barely a whisper, “Isis,” it hissed like a snake, but it was lost with the wind again.

She turned around toward where the wind had come from. The woods stood only four feet or so in front of Isis. It was quite odd that the wind would come from such a place; the trees would have most certainly blocked it out since they were much too thick.

“Isis.” It whispered again, the same wind brushing through her hair like cold clammy fingers.

Isis squinted her eyes into the forest to get a better look; she slowly stepped forward as the wind died down to stillness. She toned out the sound of the laughter and shrieks of enjoyment from the group around the fire to get a better look at what was saying her name.

“Isis!” The same voice whispered again, sounding so close to Isis she could almost feel the breath of the person condensing on her cheek.

She quickly flicked her head to the right where the voice had called out again, but there was nothing there. She turned her head back to the forest, her curiosity overtaking her. She folded her wings in as best as she could and stepped into the forest, the bizarre wind sweeping through once again, “Answer me Isis.” it ordered in the same frightening voice, this time without the wind.

“Who’s there?” she called into the darkness of the forest.

“Your mother,” It hissed again.

(ooc: Rofl, sorry, couldn’t resist, for real this time.)

“Who’s there?” she called into the darkness of forest.

The wind blasted from the forest and stopped suddenly, “Your doom.” was the simple reply, this time it was not in a whisper.

Right after his words were spoken, something hit Isis in the top of head. She felt it slide off her scalp and topple on the floor behind her. She spun around, her eyes darting down at the ground to see what the object was. She let out a short shriek for it was the headless body of a young infant child.

A dark evil chuckle filled the forest, swirling around the goddess as if the wind itself was the one taunting her. Isis quickly dashed out of the forest and stopped in her tracks, shocked at what now her eyes lay on, something worse than the mutilated baby carcass that had left its stain in her hair.

The entire group that was once laughing, chuckling, and having a good time thirty seconds ago, now lay headless on the grass before her. The mother, who had once held her beloved child, was now lying across the fireplace, burning in the red flames. The story teller’s body parts were strewn across the field in a bloody mess, staining the bright green grass a dark crimson. Isis clenched her fists as she forced her eyes away from the carnage.

A strange presence came over her once more. It felt like a backwards wind was being sucked into an area behind the Magi statue that was Isis. She turned around once more, horrified at who would do such a horrible thing. She was ready to kill whoever it was for their horrible actions.

There standing in the field, shrouded in darkness and basking in the blackness of night stood a figure. Silent and still was the night, it seemed as if everything was holding its breath in the presence of this man. One would think that a man wearing black clothing would be hard to see in the night, but he seemed to be blacker than night itself making him blend in and stand out at the same time.

Sin extended his right hand slowly and pointed a long black armored finger at Isis, blood dripping off from the hand. Fresh blood from the fresh brains he had devoured mere seconds earlier, “Isis,” he began, now above a whisper, he chuckled a slight laugh, “Isis you fool.” he lowered his hand back to his side, “You’re a goddess.” Sin chuckled mockingly, “You couldn’t even touch Gorin without losing your hand.” Sirius tested, knowing that Isis was a member of the Oblivion Alliance.

“Gorin?” Isis whispered, realizing this man knew him, “Who are you?” she asked the Fearsome force.

Without moving he answered, “You know about me, and I know about you. I’m surprised you haven’t recognized me already.”

Isis shook her head as she examined him top to bottom, “You killed all those innocent people.”

“Yes.’ Sin hissed, his voice bellowing from the dark. It shocked Isis how he didn’t even care for the people he just murdered.

“You severed their heads which are nowhere to be found…” her eyes widened as she realized who this was, “…But how can this be real? You’re just a story!” Isis exclaimed, her weapon now drawn and ready for combat.

“A true story,” Sin corrected, his voice never trembling with its commanding power, “a true story that, unfortunately for you, I know the ending to.”

Sorry for the delay.
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Isis had no heisitation as she slashed at her foe. He merely sidestepped, smirking underneath of his hood, and slashed at her back. The goddess threw herself with force against the ground and rolled, her robe being lightly slashed by the dark god's serrated blade.

"WE INTERUPT THIS PROGRAM WITH THE NEWS.

Mikey B still hasen't responded to Power Shot's thread entitled "Prometheus Zion," in which Gorin and Kenjin will face off in a single attempt to figure out who is best. Most people's bets are on Kenjin, but Honest John has another thing to say: 'Gorin is going to win, hands down.' Later, HJ was found peddling rodents to hobos.

The reason behind Mikey B's lack of posting is that he just now got over his writer's block and is attempting to respond to all of the threads that he has ignored for a bit. A collegue of Mikey B, Honest John, had this to say: 'I'm not trying to say he's lazy, nor am I saying that he's unreliable. I'm just saying that sometimes he can bite off a bit more than he can chew... I mean, count up all the RPs he's in right now. At least twelve.'

Power Shot could not be found for a comment.

In other news, Honest John's character, Isis, has attempted to attack Sin with disaterous results. Here's Bob Ch'ewie on scene."

"Thanks Dave. If you'll see here, Isis is really giving it her all. Oh, what a slash! Too bad Sin's got two blades, or that might have connected. Oh, what a fight! Sparks and blood and fire flying everywhere... Oh my God. Sin has noticed us... RUN!!"

Within seconds, the entire newsteam was obliterated, and Sin's hunger for brains satiated. He turned his attention back onto the goddess, who stood breathing heavily. Darn it... he's too strong, and the sheer tenacity of those newsmen will only make him stronger...
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Now... that was strange, odd, and deranged all at once! Yay for not knowing a thing about Sin!