The Thirtenth Sons.
08-19-10, 09:07 PM
The sun began to set in the peaceful town of Underwood, and about two months earlier, would have been some cliche used by writers. Of course now people had boarded up their homes, reinforced doors with furniture, and prayed to their various gods to survive. This was due to the strange events that began to unfold after dark. First of all the dead would rise from their graves and begin to drag any poor soul they found off into the darkness. No one knew how or why this was happening. Except for two newcomers entering town on this particular day. Few had chanced to look and see them, and those who did were branded crazy.
Two tall men strode into town. One was tall, the other was a whole new level of Tall. This man stood close to nine feet tall, his bulk was massive compared to the pale skeletal silver haired man next to him. The giant walked with a monkey like gait, while the skeleton took smooth strides. The slender man was named Vladimir, or Vlad for short. the taller man would have been named Gigantor or mega crusher, had he not been raised by a noble woman. Instead he had the civilized name of Stefan. The giant was armed with a rather large and menacing steel war hammer. The skeleton had two strange silver apparatuses melted to his wrists.
Both of these men had strange outfits for the area. Stefan went bare-chested, showcasing his gigantic muscles and tan skin, and tattered shorts. Vlad wore a sleeveless shirt, showing off his slender pale arms, and tight black jeans. The two were polar opposites in every aspect. Stefan's hair was shaggy and brown, while Vlad kept his hair at eye level, and it was silver. Stefan had sapphire eyes, while Vlad had crimson eyes. What would be the greatest shock was the fact that they were half-brothers.
Vlad raised a hand to stop his brother and frowned. "Brother what do you see?" he asked curiously. Stefan scratched his head and looked around. "It's awfully quiet for this time of day." the large man noted. "Exactly." Vlad replied glancing around. "Perhaps the rumors were true." he muttered to himself. Suddenly a large group of "people" shambled into the road they were on, a cacophony of moaning burst into the air. Both men quickly drew their weapons. Stefan had his warhamer at the ready, wielding it with one hand, as if it weighed nothing. Vladimir grabbed the apparatuses on his wrists and turned them to the left. Blood began to seep out of his wrists, and gather in a strange swirling mass around his arms. He quickly closed the valves, his pale face growing paler. This would be an interesting fight.
Two tall men strode into town. One was tall, the other was a whole new level of Tall. This man stood close to nine feet tall, his bulk was massive compared to the pale skeletal silver haired man next to him. The giant walked with a monkey like gait, while the skeleton took smooth strides. The slender man was named Vladimir, or Vlad for short. the taller man would have been named Gigantor or mega crusher, had he not been raised by a noble woman. Instead he had the civilized name of Stefan. The giant was armed with a rather large and menacing steel war hammer. The skeleton had two strange silver apparatuses melted to his wrists.
Both of these men had strange outfits for the area. Stefan went bare-chested, showcasing his gigantic muscles and tan skin, and tattered shorts. Vlad wore a sleeveless shirt, showing off his slender pale arms, and tight black jeans. The two were polar opposites in every aspect. Stefan's hair was shaggy and brown, while Vlad kept his hair at eye level, and it was silver. Stefan had sapphire eyes, while Vlad had crimson eyes. What would be the greatest shock was the fact that they were half-brothers.
Vlad raised a hand to stop his brother and frowned. "Brother what do you see?" he asked curiously. Stefan scratched his head and looked around. "It's awfully quiet for this time of day." the large man noted. "Exactly." Vlad replied glancing around. "Perhaps the rumors were true." he muttered to himself. Suddenly a large group of "people" shambled into the road they were on, a cacophony of moaning burst into the air. Both men quickly drew their weapons. Stefan had his warhamer at the ready, wielding it with one hand, as if it weighed nothing. Vladimir grabbed the apparatuses on his wrists and turned them to the left. Blood began to seep out of his wrists, and gather in a strange swirling mass around his arms. He quickly closed the valves, his pale face growing paler. This would be an interesting fight.