Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20170427111013/@comment-31595069-20170503064812

Another battlefeild, another area where the crows and carrions can pick over the remains...A grim thought one man had as he walked onto the aftermath of an entire battle. The dead littered the landscape, so much lives lost for what? Ideals and belifs? Money? But in any case...He had to survive as well...

"Well, Sorry lads but you won't be using this where you lot are at." The man whispered a silent prayer as he began to stuff his pockets with any sort of valuables. Gold mostly. He looked like an animal just picking off the dead but to be frank he would have starved a while ago if he did not do this.

On his what? Fiftenth corpse he was busy looting. He noticed such a strange...but haunting sight. A woman in robes, pale skin that seemed more purple than pale just wandering across the battlefeild. Not scaveging or searching for someone...no...It was like she was analyzing the area...And was she floating? A little too occupied at the strange sight his foot got caught on one of the bodies and came falling backwards hitting his head on the ground.

With a grunt of pain and a moment of rubbing his head, once he looked back up the woman was now looking down at him. Almost staring at his soul with her violet eyes. Thats not normal...what was she? A ghost? Some spirit or something? She just stared at him with those eyes of hers, and he just lay down thinking one little movment would do something but she was the first to break the silence. “You’ll do” She spoke

What? He'll do for what? Soon the woman stood up straight and began to yell in some strange words. Suddenly the corpses started to rise. What the hell?! Was she bringing the dead back to life! This is what they meant by cosmic karma, possibly be killed by the dead he looted from...Hell, he could see something floating in the air and something made of bones walking for him.

Nightmare made reality...But it was a little bit strange that they seemed to be only women. However as the corpse under him began to stir to unlife he got up and ran for it. "Damn!" He called out as he waved past the undead. Thank whatever deity was watching over him this day, they were rather slow and clumbersome.

Question was where the hell was he going to run? The more he ran, the more his escape routes continued to get blocked off. There were just so many of these undead soldiers. Damn! The more he looked around the more his situation grew worse.

Drawing a dagger from his pouched he readied to fight. The one that got close to him he struck...and the daggers point broke on contact with the armor she wore. "Oh you cheap peace of metal! I bet it would not even leave a mark on skin!" The man backed away until he felt a pair of hands on him.

His end was here! Killed by the undead he robbed from! However as he was surrounded and detained. His death did not come. instead the woman who caused this soon walked up to him and looked down rather expressionlessly. "You'll do...for me..." She soon straddled him. The undead still holding him down...not like he could run away in the first place now...

"What...what do you want? Are you going to...kill me or something?" The man spoke with fear tinging his voice.

She just shook her head and began to remove parts of his clothes. "You'll do...For spirit energy..."

Wait what? What was she planning to? No way! In the middle of this crowd of onlookers. "W-Wait! What about---" He stammered out before being silenced by a sudden pleasure coursing through his whole body. She had just touched his chest with a finger and now he felt like this?

"Sucsessful...interesting results, after this then I shall observe while the others begin." The woman spoke as she prepared herself.

It was a long, arduous hour of pleasure. Made so unbearable by this woman. After her research finished she took him back with her and together they continued to research together. Mostly her...him being the testing ground for their pleasure. It was not all bad...but karma has a funny way of showing punishment.