#zerriko

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The Beat Part 2

    Zerriko tracked his quarry through the alleyways, following the blood trail and the sound of footsteps. The man he was chasing had probably never encountered this much resistance before which could explain why he was fleeing despite his seemingly superhuman traits. It didn’t matter though, Zerriko knew these alleyways well, the other man was running into a dead end, he would have no choice other than to fight or surrender.

    Jack continued to run through the alleyways, his mind was racing with thoughts, who was the man chasing him, how could he keep up, how dare he use paralyzing agents like he did. In his thoughts he reached a dead end in the alley, when he turned around the man was standing there, blade drawn and his eyes flickering an ethereal blue. Jack had a trick of his own though, his body began to contort, his muscles expanding and claws extending from his hands, from his back, a pair of bat like wings sprouted. The man switched to his other sword, it had a faint glow to it in the moonlight, and drank a potion of some kind.

The two ran at each other Jack’s new form wasn’t as fast as the previous one, but it was much stronger, he made large sweeping blows one of them caught Zerriko in the chest and sent him back a few feet, he was winded for a second but the claws hadn’t pierced through the armor. Zerriko counter attacked with a flurry of strikes from his blade, most of which found their mark and Jack howled in pain as the moonsilver cut him, searing through his flesh like a hot knife through butter. Just as Zerriko suspected something demonic was being used to make him this way, though he still didn’t know what.

    Jack fought through the pain and slammed down both his fists where Zerriko was, Zerriko anticipated this and was able to counter with a slash to his arms, again Jack howled in agony but this time his rage dulled the pain. He grabbed Zerriko by the waist and slammed him into the ground, he could feel a few ribs snapping from the force, he then hunched over Zerriko and started raining blows to his head. Zerriko did his best to dodge them, but it was a difficult task, thankfully he had a back up plan.

    He planted his left foot into Jack’s chest and pushed the jade dagger Isolde had given him through the sole of his boot with his right leg into Jack’s lung. Jack coughed up blood, he was losing this fight, his opponent was too experienced for him, he needed a new tactic. He grabbed Zerriko’s leg and gave it a twist, breaking his leg in the process. Now it was Zerriko’s turn to scream out in pain, afterwards Jack used the opening to cave in Zerriko’s skull with his fist. The fight was over, Jack looked around for an exit, when he noticed the sewer grate he tore it open and jumped in. He just wanted to leave at this point, his pride was too wounded to care about anything else.

        Crashing waves against a shoreline, the moon in the sky glowing eerily, sounds of groaning and the smell of carrion can be sensed from the distance. Zerriko stands on a cliff’s edge looking down at shattered fragments of silver, He picks one up and somehow he now has an intricate blade in his hands, He takes in his surroundings, Innistrad, after the helvault was shattered, this is when he realized that what he was seeing was but a memory, he desperately tried to go as far back as he could. He tried to remember happier times but his mind felt like it was burning hotter than the red sun of Mirrodin. He kept trying, pushing through the pain until he reach a memory of himself and a woman, she was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. They lean in for a kiss, but before it happens the entire world seems to melt away to nothingness. And no matter how much he tried to push back, the scene was lost to him.

    Zerriko awoke in the morning with a gasp, once again his curse had kept him from dying but had forcefully ripped precious memories from his mind. He took in his surroundings, he saw the blood trail leading into the ripped open grate, the thing he was chasing was long gone by now, nothing he could do about it. He stood up, his leg was still a little sore and his head hurt like hell, but that was nothing compared to how it had felt last night. He made his way back home.

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The Beat Part One

Jack arrived on Ravnica, it had been some time since he first traveled away from Innistrad, about a month or so to be exact. He was searching the planes for a cure for his condition, every night he blacked out and he always awoke covered in blood that was not his own, the serum he had developed may not have killed him, but it was turning him into a monster, he could feel it lasting longer every day, and that scared him. Jack went searching for a library, hoping he could find something, anything to help him.

Somewhere else, Zerriko was in his home experimenting with the lagac spinal powder Anwyn had given him. He wasn’t really focused on it though, his head was swimming with thoughts on the twin phyrexians in the undercity, and how Anwyn had acted the other day. On the matter of the phyrexians, he knew that he couldn’t trust them as far as he could throw them, but if they were left to their own devices they could cause serious damage, and killing them would simply spread the plague in their oily blood. However, he knew getting Maris to agree to tolerate their presence wouldn’t be easy either.

On the topic of Anwyn, he just didn’t know what to think about her anymore before she seemed to be honest, granted it was quite brutal, but he could trust what she could say. But after she asked about his path and he repaid that honesty with his own she seemed to change, she wasn’t acting like she normally did. It was a shame, he really enjoyed her company. She seemed to understand the side of him that others hadn’t seen, his inner hunter, the part of him that lived for the thrill of the chase. He pushed those thoughts aside for now, he had work to do right in front of him, perhaps mixing the substance with belladonna or nightshade would produce interesting results?

Yet again somewhere else, Belthor was on patrol, life seemed to be looking up for him. He had successfully joined the Boros legion and made a good friend in the process, he had a place to stay, and he had even met another person from his world and she was very lovely. Of course there was a downside to starting over, he was still used to commanding troops, and well cadets were on the bottom of the food chain. He had another Wojek assigned to be his mentor, Sergeant Alessia, she was stern so far but not overly so. This evening’s patrol was quiet so far, there were a few drunken rabble to clear up, but nothing beyond that.

Still, Belthor couldn’t help but feel on edge tonight, he kept his eyes open for anything suspicious. “There something wrong cadet?” Alessia said she could tell something was bothering him.

“No ma’am, just a bad feeling, tis nothing to worry about.” Belthor replied. Nothing else was said, they continued to walk along their designated patrol route.”

Jack was in a dark alley now, he wasn’t the same Jack that had arrived on Ravnica. This Jack had a hideous toothy grin, and his eyes were wide and unblinking. He picked up three scents, one smelled like poison and… potatoes? Of the other two, he could smell fear on one of them, and on the other he could smell the fruit scented soap they had used the night before. He decided to stalk the pair, he didn’t feel like dealing with prey that was potentially poisonous.

Belthor kept his eyes open, he didn’t know if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn he’d a figure moving in the shadows, humanoid in shape, but faster than any man he’d ever seen. He looked to Alessia, she seemed uneasy as well, he could see that she was sweating.

“Sergeant, did you see it too?” Belthor asked, he was formulating a plan

“I did cadet, stay on your guard, I think whoever or whatever this thing is it’s toying with us, probably an escaped imp from some Rakdos pit.” She had a light shake in her voice, this wasn’t something she had encountered before, and from what Belthor knew about imps, they were never this cunning.

Zerriko walked through the empty streets, he could hear something scuttling, but it was moving in a direction away from him. He decided to investigate, things don’t usually scuttle in this area at night and he had all of his bounty hunting gear anyways, and an addition to that, he had found an old suit of studded leather armor among his collection, it was as protective as chain mail, but it was lighter, something that suited him perfectly. Before he could start though he heard a painful scream from a block away, he drew his steel sword and drank one of his reflex enhancement potions, then he ran towards the sound of the struggle.

Belthor reacted in an instant, the thing stalking them had made its move, jumping out of an alleyway and slicing Alessia along her side, she howled in pain and fell down to her knees, clutching her side. Belthor drew his longsword, it wasn’t quite what he was used to, but it would have to do. He could see the man in front of him, he was hunched over with a hideous grin on his face. In his right hand he held a knife, now covered in blood. He looked Belthor in his eyes, he could tell he was crazed, but there was something else too, it seemed like regret.

Jack charged Belthor, it was reckless and almost animalistic, but he was inhumanly fast, he laughed hideously the whole time. Belthor was ready though, he slammed his shield into his face, more than enough force to knockout a normal man and followed up with a slash with his sword to Jack’s leg. Jack howled in pain from the injuries but he got back up and seemingly unfazed by the attack. Jack lunged once more, this time his blade caught true and sunk into Belthor’s side. This time Belthor yelled in pain, and he felt something affecting him, it was definitely poisoned with something. He couldn’t support himself on his own legs anymore, he fell to his knees. “You know, you put up more of a fight than most of my prey, perhaps I’ll carve you up while you’re still awake” He looked to Alessia “Or maybe I’ll let you watch me carve her up, you-” He was interrupted when a crossbow bolt struck him in his side, he rigidly froze up and a man came around the corner.

“Well well well, what kind of scene do we have here? Two injured wojeks and a homicidal maniac with a bloody knife, and I thought tonight was going to be boring. That paralyzing agent should wear off in a few seconds, when it does this can go down one of two ways, either you fight me and lose, or you run and I catch you, neither are favorable to you. Think about your options now.” He looked to Belthor and Alessia. “You two get yourselves some medical treatment, and tell Captain Maris Zerriko showed up, he knows who I am”

Belthor could see the look in the maniacs eyes, there was fear there, and just like the other man had said the paralytic wore off and the other man ran in an instant, straight into a nearby alley way, the other man chased after him. Belthor slowly got to his feet and picked up Alessia, she was unconscious now. They were no use in this fight, the poison had taken both of them out of the fight, HQ wasn’t far though, the least he could do was bring the sergeant back to get treatment.

End of Part One

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@verum-lumen

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Music Playlist For Zerriko

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLxmdqpZ4Ykwa9-onyadaHWdVwqiNRRLQC

Been meaning to get around to this for a while, and it was a little bit harder than I expected. And of course I had to pick 2 songs from Dark Souls, it was one of the biggest sources of inspiration!

[pope509]

Announcement

I should have said something earlier about this, but I’m way busier and more stressed out than I was when I initially started writing about Zerriko. So, for my own good I’m gonna stop writing big projects about him. I might do short stuff about him, but large stuff is on hiatus for the foreseeable future. Thank you all for your support though, it really has meant a lot to me. I’ll definitely be more than willing to try again once I sort stuff out

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What happened to Zerriko

Hey all, a few of you might be wondering what happened to the sort of episodic thing I wanted to do with my Fanwalker, and well I kinda lost confidence in my self for a while because I felt my first story painted me into a corner in terms of what I wanted to do. I’ve decided to do something that I really don’t want to do, which is retconning that first story and planing out another one that will hopefully be better. I started this whole thing to try and improve my writing process (English is my worst subject and I want to get better) so I can not only write better, but open new horizons for myself. Thank you to @actualborossoldier @baldore-of-the-boros and @the-foxwolf, you guys have all inspired me to try harder through support, constructive criticism, and helping me out with ideas

[baldore-of-the-boros]

Doodle number two off the requests, Zerriko! Alrighty, I will be redoing this buddy. I like the simplicity of the design and I think I can do better. So when I have time to do more than a doodle, expect to see some more Zerriko!

For @verumlumen, Zerriko’s creator.

[pope509]

Episode 1 of Zerriko’s adventures.

This took waaay too long for me to write, I’ve never had writer’s block that bad before. Thanks to @actualborossoldier and @baldore-of-the-boros for their help with my research in this. Let me know what you guys think!

Zerriko calmly walked the streets of the warehouse district, contemplating his next job. The Boros had gotten a lead on some big illegal trade going down in the area and some guy named Maris asked him to go check it out. It was more boring than he would like, but Ravnica was a “civilized” plane, which basically meant people wanted to tax you on everything imaginable, and this job let him pay for his small flat. But that wasn’t important right now, he needed to focus if he was going to find where this trade was going down.

A few moments later he heard yelling coming from a warehouse a few yards away. His initial instinct told him to head towards it as fast as he could, but his experience told him to proceed cautiously so he could silently get a look at what he was up against. He chose the latter.

 As he crept closer to the warehouse, he started to feel the ground vibrate, whatever was in there was big, angry, and most likely beginning to break free. Then, even everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong wrong. The massive beast burst through the wall of the warehouse, crushing several workers nearby and dragging what could only be assumed to be the group trying to sell it as well as who they were selling it to. Zerriko grabbed the alarm horn on his belt and blew as hard as he could to call some back up from the legion, then drew his sword and tried to direct the beast away from the busier sections of the district with blasts of fire to minimize the damage it caused. All while also trying to keep the beast from harming any civilians that still remained in the area.

 He moved around the beast in a fluid motion of dodges and fire blasts, punishing the creature with cuts from his sword whenever it left an opening. Eventually his backup arrived, soldiers flooded the streets and surrounded the creature and began to throw ropes over it to tie it down. Of course the beast wouldn’t go down without a fight and several soldiers were thrown about like toys. But the soldiers could handle the beast from here, Zerriko ran to the warehouse to find the culprits trying to sell this thing.