Grave Encounters [Closed]

by **Daedalus Dagwood** on November 7th, 2013, 2:17 pm

As the ghost in the white dress drew closer with outstretched arms giving off the appearance moving to strangle him. Daedalus leaned backwards almost falling down awkwardly onto his legs since he was on his knees. His right arm lashing out with the torch held vertically. Just like preforming a thrusting stab with his rapier, he pushed the flaming tip of the fire into the ghosts chest as he was falling backwards. The fire made contact with the soulmist that made up her materialized form.

The ghost in white was set a blaze for a moment as its body appeared to slowly disintegrate as its soul mist dwindled away from having the torch shoved into its form. The Ghost managed to let out a bloodcurdling scream that rang out into the night sky of norther Sunberth. Daedalus smiled as he force the torch to rise further upwards into its chest to the level of its collar bone. The wounded ghost Soulmist shed from its form causing savage pain to surge through its body. From the sound of her screams it was clear that pain was an old sensation that it hadn't felt in long time. The scream loud enough to cause many Sunberthian's in the near area to ignore the screams believing a woman was just murdered, or worse. The sound abruptly ended once enough of the ghosts soulmist had been ravaged by the fire that it could no longer remain materialized. Instantly vanishing from sight.

Once the ghost had vanished he fell to his side to lay on the ground. He didn't try to rise, leaving the torch in his right hand as it was held out to the side resting lightly against the cold, coarse stone beneath him, and didn't strain to see if Woman in the white dress was around- for he knew that she wouldn't be able to return from whatever faded reality that a ghost vanished to after being burned. A malice filled him as he suddenly felt a deep hatred for ghost. The events of the night had filled him now with an equanimity; a mental composure during hardship that made him emotionally dead to the plights of ghost. He no longer feared ghost or felt that their deserved help. They were only echos of madness and undeserved power wrapped in a human guise. He was glad that he wore the scarf around his head as it kept his head from touching the stone ground as he closed his eyes for a moment to recollect himself.

"hehehe"

The sounds of a familiar child's voice rang out in light laughter which caused Daedalus's eyes to snap open, roll onto his stomach into a low prone position. Pulling his legs up slowly to enter into a low crouch as he waved the torch towards the source of the sound. He held the torch out towards the source to find the sound. Finding the visage of the little ghost girl in the floral dress who couldn't remember her name. She smiled at him as she giggled at him. "That looked fun." All Daedaus could say were two words. "Petch me."

by **Daedalus Dagwood** on November 18th, 2013, 7:32 pm

The decaying malformations of nature could not be allowed to stand without someone uproariously wishing to deal with them. Daedalus did not speak, only rose his hand, and with hardly a thought, unleashed fiery destruction, the fiery head of his torch pressing into the core of the ghosts girls body, The metalsmith had been though enough danger for the night and now employed a preemptive strike. “I am not here for your amusement you insane ghastly abomination of a child.” His words carried the bitter sting of hatred as he watched the ghost girl's soulmist begin to shed from her materialized form.

Unlike the sound of the previous ghost in the white dresses cries of pain, when the ghost girl's scream rang out through the night air it brought hints of terror into the minds of the civilian, non menacing, population of Sunberth. The sound of a child being tortured was a sound that often made many cringe. However, Daedalus stood at the nexus of the screams source simply staring at the ghost completely uncaring to the childish screams. Burning her until her ghostly form vanished from his sight.

Daedalus was tired. He needed to get home. His bones screamed, his muscles tore, roaring in protest as he pushed them to force his body into a staggered stand. His legs shook for a moment before he stumbled towards a wall. A hand quickly moved to press a palm against a wooden exterior of a building to hold himself up. There were a few curious people who had wanted to see what was going on who peeked down the sides of the alley when the first ghost had screamed. They watched as Daedalus burned the second ghost then continued to spy on him once he stood up. They could only see a masked man fighting ghost. When Daedalus exited the Alley he passed a few of them. Only looking into their eyes as they moved away from least the 'ghost slayer' set them ablaze.

It was a daunting process of moving his sore body down the paths that weaved narrow paths through the city until he entered what was known as daggerhand territory. It was a rough enough place to live, however due to the fires that broke out through the city that set many houses on fire as the Daggerhands were rounded up by the civilian populace to be burned in fiery Pyre. Many of the apartments and buildings were still fire scorched. The metalsmith's love for fire now grew beyond that of enjoying its warmth from the cold, or its heat to work iron and steel. He now found it to be a weapon and protector.

Daedalus eventually found himself standing in front of his Apartments. He snuffed the fire of his torch by covering it in dirt. Once he walked into his home and shut the door behind him. Daedalus slid his backpack from his shoulder as he made his way towards his bunk while letting the torch fall from his hand to the ground. The world started to fade to black with each step which caused him to lift his right hand to look at it. His finger growing closer to his face in attempt to pull the scarf that wrapped into a mask around his head away from his face. However, before his fingers could reach the scarf his eyes could see nothing but darkness.

The masked metalsmith's body slumped to the floor inches away from the warm comforts of his bed. Now unconscious on the floor as he now could finally get the rest his body longed for.

by **Vanari** on January 30th, 2014, 6:56 pm

Daedalus

Observation	+3 XP
Stealth	+1 XP
Disguise	+1 XP
Intimidation	+2 XP
Acting	+1 XP
Rhetoric	+3 XP
Running	+2 XP
Tactics	+2 XP
Intelligence	+1 XP
Leadership	+2 XP
Weapon: Rapier	+3 XP

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