HAUNTED

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HAUNTED

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Serosin's residence storyline roleplay.  

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RULES OF THE TRADE

1. GOLDEN RULE: Do not post here until you've PM'd me asking if you can join in on my storyline.
2. Treat me with respect. Respect yourself and don't makes yourself look like an idiot.

 

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Masaru stepped off of the rowboat and tied it down to the stake in the ground. Beginning his ritual of walking his property he noticed that the water level had risen more since yesterday. His already small island taken up mostly by the large abandoned house was only getting smaller.
None of his outer traps had been tripped meaning no one had went inside, and the protected barrier talismans weren't destroyed either, meaning no one had come outside.
He set his hand at the door frame and muttered a chant, the barrier became visible and a door slid open to let him inside. The door then vanished and the barrier again became invisible. At this point the guard was up even more. the only reason he stayed here was because it was rightfully his home, and no one dared to cross a river to a house with such haunting noises.

Not bothering to look into any of the age-worn dirt covered, weathered-down rooms; Masaru headed for the stair case. It was best to leave whatever lie in the rooms not his own, alone. His tremendous respect for he dead made him more protected than others. A sense of boundary was the first lesson learned upon coming back home.  

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Before the war, the area was a beautiful valley, full of life, and highly populated. Once the enemy, devils of their nation; The Umbar, started to take interest, the peaceful valley was ripped apart. There wasn't much their warriors could do. The umbar were Satan worshippers, experienced in dark rituals and evil magicks. They released wave after wave of demons and hellhounds, the valleys warriors dwindled slowly but held their own.
The memory of fighting these creatures haunted his mind still.
Death, anger, hate and greed filled the valley. Families broke apart and people began to only look after themselves. Many warriors of their army deserted, fleeing while they could or defected to the other side. Only to be murdered and turned into a ghastly undead. Hungerer of flesh.

In the last week of the war the Umbar released their final wave of desperation. The lines were tight and they knew they would win with this option. The head of their clans, created and surgically placed in each body of theirs and the valleys dead, a venomous gland that would destroy the humane side, resurrect the being and turn it on anyone that crossed it's path. With this he fled into the mountains and watched as the creations ripped apart enemy and ally alike. Anyone who was bitten was turned within the hour and the infection spread. Killing everyone in the valley.

Masaru refused to be overcome however. He battled and killed hundreds before falling at a cheap strike to the back of his head. Turning as he fell, the mangled body of his brother stared him down. Flesh between his teeth, blood pouring from his mouth. a chunk of his stomach ripped open, intestines hanging loose. As his consciousness failed, Masaru grabbed the explosive from his chest, pulled the detonator and threw it above him. Everything to him went black. No sound, no taste, no feeling, nothing.  

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The blast from the satchel had pushed Masaru's body into a river crevice where he was protected from further assault but suffered the risk of death still by drowning and blood loss. It was lucky for him the water level was low enough it slowly carried him downstream without putting him under. It was also luck that the blast wasn't as effective from his armor, he lost only his right arm that threw the satchel to the air. His body was carried through the crevice into an underground cavern where his body rested and a figure in the shadows watched.  

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The War had burned and wasted the once beautiful Valley, As so that the retreated head of the Umbar lost all taste for his once claimed prize. And so, he traveled to the Valleys dam, in which he cursed the valley and all souls lost in it to never reach the afterlife and destroying the dam, so the flood waters would kill all who remained in it. Forever trapped.
The flood waters did kill everything in it. After 10 years it finally receded turning everything into marshland and swamp.

In these ten years, Masaru had been nursed back to health by the cave's hermit. Who, after Masaru gained strength taught him to use and fight left-handed, and constructed a metallic arm from scrap metal in the cave and magick to replace his lost one. Masaru took this opportunity to regain his former stregth, training and pushing himself everyday to take vengance and finally when the waters receded, his clan's home, destroyed but still intact shown on a small island peeking between the mists of the swamp. This is when he said his farewell and braved the haunted valley.