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| Topic Started: Nov 24 2014, 06:32 AM (129 Views) | |
| Valhalla | Nov 24 2014, 06:32 AM Post #1 |
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[justify=400] The morning fog was eerie, like something straight out of a B-Rated Horror flick The visage of a heaviy framed man was the only discernable shadow on the path. The many travels of Ivar Bjornsen had taken him abroad to many places, leaving wrecked automobiles in his wake, This place was not very framilar to him as he continued to stride on the simple forest path. There was nothing around for a while. But, the man continued to move on. Seconds, turned to minutes, before Ivar knew it minutes had turned to hours. He could feel the morning sun's awakening, and the Sun's warm embrace on the Earth. Ivar had been training for a long time to have complete mastery of his abilites, working under pressure by taking the very Titanium that his arm and leg bracers were made of from every sports car engines he could feasible get his hands on. Everyone mistook his bracers for support of his favorite band. In Ivar's eyes he was taking the metals to put to a better use. Ivar couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. Ivar Ivar did not want to kill people, but their seemed to be plaenty of people who wanted to fight, and potentially kill him. This was un-accepable in Ivar's eyes. His goal was to become strong, strong enough to fend off anyone, who dared step in his path. Though, Ivar's mind difted back to the indicent in which he was bestowed these abilites, at a terrible cost. Through, he had to leave to spare his remaining family in Norway the stress and the shame for something that was bigger than him, yet Ivar couldn't shake the notion there must've been a reason. Not that Ivar believed in many things, what he knew was completetly out the window. Sonn the forest path began to curve and move upwards into a more refined stair like extension to the path. Ivar had heard many tales of Giants, Gods and Heroes in his childhood. He came to investigate some un-usual seismic activity he had felt coming from this area, the central part of Romonia and area infmaous of it's dark lore, Transylvania... As, Ivar moved into the town, the natives weren't very friendly. The spat at him, ran from him, closed their doors to him, they wouldn't evens sell him food. And when questioned the shunned him. Taking the burden upon himself to invesitagate the area. Ivar started to exit the town and move into the mountains much to the mockery of the supsersitious folk, "A fool..." "He'll die like a dog" Oh silly they were. as Ivar moved out of town, but as IVar moved out of town it was slowly turning to dusk. He could feel some sort of energy within the Earth, something was interacting with his Tremor Sense. it felt un-just, dark and unhealthy for this land. Though it seemed sort of natural to him as he started in it's parth to the mountains. This greatly confused Ivar, as he didn't know if what this feeling was. it was like all the bad feelings of the area took form in the Earth. Yet, he still felt like this was a naturally occurance within the Earth's borders. It was a strange, odd, and perplexing feeling that washed over Ivar. He had seen first hand a good number of both the Natural, as well as the mysterious supernatural, less on the later. But, this place and time was one of the only occassions Ivar felt scared, an almost ill feeling gnawed at him. "I don't know why I didn't see it before, this branches all the way back to the town..." "Leylines..." A voice spoke from within the darkness, which alerted ivar to feel around with his ability to actively ping people like a Sonar in all forms of Earth. But, for some reason, he couldn't sense where the person was the voice belonged to. Leylines? Ivar had no idea what that was, but simply reasoning was whatever made this area a breeding ground for crime, pollution and poort manners was likely the un-nerving feeling he got from the land here. Ivar's started to rely more on his eyes, but they were giving him the same information as his other senses, nothing. Nothing, but a cold, dead un-easy feeling. [/justify] Edited by Valhalla, Nov 24 2014, 06:39 AM.
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