John Spiegel -- Time SkipperÂ
(Edited out the bit during the battle. I took some liberty with the time-jumpyness. Forgive that ^^; )Â
And then... then there was light....
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SMASH!
John's momentum of his leap landed him face first into a giant tree. A brief recovery - by which he plinkered down smashing into branches as he fell and hit the ground with a muffled “thud†- of wiping blood off his face and some groans, John freezes. Surprised, shocked and scared that he was -just- surrounded by death but now surrounded by greenery and life. Snorting and spitting blood, he holds his sword at the ready. Suddenly, he hears a scream!
A feminine voice shrieks "I-it's a monster!"
John moves with a carnal vigor towards the voice, only to find nothing but an Elezen woman running from -him-. Being naked from the waist up, covered in his (and others’) blood and people bits and running around with a giant sword generally tends to have one seen in bad light. Well, this scream-a-thon did not set well with the local creatures of the deep Shroud. Suddenly, the trees themselves began to move. About a dozen treants, awoken from the cries of an unfortunate onlooker, began forming a large circle around John and the poor Elezen woman.
Through his labored breath, John spoke up  at the Elezen woman “Stay down lady!â€
Through events in his past, as well as just giving off this dark vibe, no wonder John has accumulated Woodsin. The Elementals no doubt saw John as a threat.
Within a few minutes, John dispatched the treants.
“Halt!†A voice orders from the trees. Wood Wailers appear from the trees.
“Come quietly otherwise we will send you to the Hells!â€
Still running on fear and power, John stands his ground full ready to take on another perceived threat.
*huff, huff....THUD*
John collapses as a result of his injuries and fatigue.
“Is... is he.... it? dead?†A Wood Wailer pipes up.
“If that blood’s his he might be. Get a healer up here but restrain him first!â€
Cautiously, five Wood Wailers approach the unconscious John.
“By the... what is this man? His body looks like... what is that mark?â€
(Edited out the bit during the battle. I took some liberty with the time-jumpyness. Forgive that ^^; )Â
And then... then there was light....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SMASH!
John's momentum of his leap landed him face first into a giant tree. A brief recovery - by which he plinkered down smashing into branches as he fell and hit the ground with a muffled “thud†- of wiping blood off his face and some groans, John freezes. Surprised, shocked and scared that he was -just- surrounded by death but now surrounded by greenery and life. Snorting and spitting blood, he holds his sword at the ready. Suddenly, he hears a scream!
A feminine voice shrieks "I-it's a monster!"
John moves with a carnal vigor towards the voice, only to find nothing but an Elezen woman running from -him-. Being naked from the waist up, covered in his (and others’) blood and people bits and running around with a giant sword generally tends to have one seen in bad light. Well, this scream-a-thon did not set well with the local creatures of the deep Shroud. Suddenly, the trees themselves began to move. About a dozen treants, awoken from the cries of an unfortunate onlooker, began forming a large circle around John and the poor Elezen woman.
Through his labored breath, John spoke up  at the Elezen woman “Stay down lady!â€
Through events in his past, as well as just giving off this dark vibe, no wonder John has accumulated Woodsin. The Elementals no doubt saw John as a threat.
Within a few minutes, John dispatched the treants.
“Halt!†A voice orders from the trees. Wood Wailers appear from the trees.
“Come quietly otherwise we will send you to the Hells!â€
Still running on fear and power, John stands his ground full ready to take on another perceived threat.
*huff, huff....THUD*
John collapses as a result of his injuries and fatigue.
“Is... is he.... it? dead?†A Wood Wailer pipes up.
“If that blood’s his he might be. Get a healer up here but restrain him first!â€
Cautiously, five Wood Wailers approach the unconscious John.
“By the... what is this man? His body looks like... what is that mark?â€
