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Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
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Posted - 2013.04.07 11:28:00 -
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OOC: I rushed it a bit, so I looked at Xavier's icon, read "Ner'zul Nexhawk" for some reason, and posted. It's really fascinating how your brain can screw you over by filling in the blank parts of your sensorium incorrectly. I don't think I read anywhere that the meeting was going to be only between Thanatos, Alixenus and Sandromin. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
186
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Posted - 2013.04.07 12:44:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: I rushed it a bit, so I looked at Xavier's icon, read "Ner'zul Nexhawk" for some reason, and posted. It's really fascinating how your brain can screw you over by filling in the blank parts of your sensorium incorrectly. I don't think I read anywhere that the meeting was going to be only between Thanatos, Alixenus and Sandromin.
//OOC: Happens to me quite often too, frankly. And I think Thanatos asked only Alexinus and Sandromin to follow him, but it might be just my misunderstanding. We probably should await for his response. //End of OOC\\ |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
10
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Posted - 2013.04.07 12:45:00 -
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OOC: This is what I wrote:
Removing his hood he turned to Ignatus and the engineer, as well as the council.
"My apologies but you'll have to excuse us one last time. This won't be long. Achyr, maybe you could show Ignatus the carnivale, or perhaps the Great Librarium. Vektor, maybe you could show the engineer our 'special project'. Now Alixenus, Sandromin, I for you to follow me to my map room. It is imperative that you hear this information, and I have some explaining to do."
So yeah, you're not in the palace. |
Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
38
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Posted - 2013.04.07 14:33:00 -
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OOC: OK then, let's pretend the Engineer somehow let them know about the plan. How about passing a note to the meeting room by way of a courier? |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
10
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Posted - 2013.04.07 14:40:00 -
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OOC: Sorry this is a no interruption type thing. Anything you have to relay will have to wait. |
Vyzion Eyri
The Legion Academy
ROFL BROS
399
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Posted - 2013.04.07 16:07:00 -
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OOC: Galrick's posts bring up an interesting point to consider. Where are we going? I'm happy to continue plunging into the dark and extracting the most fantastical tales from somewhere inside of me, but in the far, far future, what so you guys foresee? I mean, are we creating our own New Eden here? Perhaps we are the remnants of a space-age civilisation when we were fatefully cut off from everyone else when a worm hole closed? Or are we never going to progress to this technological tier? Right now, FTL and clone technology would screw up our story because we're progressing in a style which favours the magical, not technological. This is very strange because I've never seen a story where magic and gods are juxtaposed against such an objective race as the Collective. I've never seen, barring the Force, any magical power combined with spaceships and warp drives.
We might be forging a new genre here, my friends. I only hope that the story does not restrict new writers from joining us. 40 pages is daunting enough to fight through without creating too many rules to abide by that all our readers (not even sure how many actually read this besides us) are afraid to join in on the fun because they fear tripping over lore bombs, slipping up on technological progression or falling into endless plot holes.
If Galrick wishes, I don't see why he can't simply depart from the planet in his Ark. Some might go with him, some may not. There are so many paths, so many crossroads, that it isn't necessary to tell him he can't progress this fast.
He could leave behind the knowledge needed to create our own starships.
He could stay and remain how he is, and the Ark project could experience some unforeseen crisis and is shut down for a few decades.
If we decided to follow his idea, using his Ark as Noah did his, and evacuated before the supernova that I foolishly decided to add without really thinking it through, this is still viable.
Hell, Galrick, you could even delve into the creation or birthing process of new robots for a couple of pages while you wait for events to turn towards your favour. I, for one, would be intrigued by how your robots come to be.
There are dozens of other thing that are possible, hundreds of thousands even.
Options, my friends. We have them. Never say never, and at the risk of sounding even more cliche, always endeavour!
Remember, this is freedom. Writing is freedom.
Swords are sharp, guns are powerful, Death Stars can decimate planets, gods create them. Words can form them all, and destroy them in an instant.
And let me tell you. If we were word-warriors, gentlemen, we would be the elite. Forty pages, from a humble beginning. This is no mean feat, especially with such a boring audience. (I kid, I kid.)
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.07 16:38:00 -
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(Ooc) I have a question. Why is it that we have a meeting, travel on an airship which has a meeting on it, then we land and oh look, another meeting. This formula is starting to look like meetings every couple of pages. This makes me sad. (Ooc) |
Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
39
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Posted - 2013.04.07 16:46:00 -
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OOC: Vyzion, have you heard of Warhammer 40k? It's the epitome of Sci-fi/fantasy. Also, Project Ark is a back-up plan the Collective is offering. They've calculated the odds, and see the chances of winning very low. So, in an uncharacteristic gesture of generosity, they've developed a way for everyone on the planet to haul behinds if getting blown up in a gigantic nuclear reaction becomes inevitable. Also, your idea of our own New Eden seems interesting. How about this: We actually are in New Eden, by the time the empires have begun to re-establish contact. The Dorics are the Sleepers, which means the sleepers weren't actually human. "Magick" is actually the psionic manipulation of meta-dimensions. The Gods are actually powerful meta-dimensional entities who can only manifest themselves on planets with a large quantity of magick-users, due to them causing enough dimensional disturbance for the Gods to slip through. Iyo is a rare element (similar to element Zero in Mass Effect in its functions), which the Dorics found a way to synthesize, thus it may pass that our nations rediscover the way to synthesize iyo. Might make for an interesting twist. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
223
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Posted - 2013.04.07 19:43:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Vyzion, have you heard of Warhammer 40k? It's the epitome of Sci-fi/fantasy. Also, Project Ark is a back-up plan the Collective is offering. They've calculated the odds, and see the chances of winning very low. So, in an uncharacteristic gesture of generosity, they've developed a way for everyone on the planet to haul behinds if getting blown up in a gigantic nuclear reaction becomes inevitable. Also, your idea of our own New Eden seems interesting. How about this: We actually are in New Eden, by the time the empires have begun to re-establish contact. The Dorics are the Sleepers, which means the sleepers weren't actually human. "Magick" is actually the psionic manipulation of meta-dimensions. The Gods are actually powerful meta-dimensional entities who can only manifest themselves on planets with a large quantity of magick-users, due to them causing enough dimensional disturbance for the Gods to slip through. Iyo is a rare element (similar to element Zero in Mass Effect in its functions), which the Dorics found a way to synthesize, thus it may pass that our nations rediscover the way to synthesize iyo. Might make for an interesting twist.
Also, if you want to know how new Collective AIs are generated, here's an explanation by flashback:
10,000 years ago...
The chief programmer of Macrohard Inc. was excited. His feelers arced electricity, and his beak snapped rapidly. The AI generator for their reconaissance and social experiment AIs was complete. He moused over the random generation button and clicked. A textbox appeared on his screen. It was time to find out what kind of a person this digital construct was. "Hello? Where am I? Who am I?" text that flared on the screen read. Later, the AI would be uploaded to a robotic armature, but first it would have to get used to the disembodied feeling of being an infomorph.
You get the idea.
Alternate/parallel universe. That is all. Magic truly exists here... but that's besides the point.
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Alixenus
Omega protection service
37
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Posted - 2013.04.08 00:00:00 -
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OOC: Jimeny Crickets! I blinked and next thing I know you've all filled a page of this thread. I just want to state in no uncertain terms the respect that I hold for you all because of the immense quality of your seperate works. Now that I've said that there's no need to post it again. Back to the Epic... |
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Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
42
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Posted - 2013.04.08 04:21:00 -
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Sandromin Hes wrote:Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Vyzion, have you heard of Warhammer 40k? It's the epitome of Sci-fi/fantasy. Also, Project Ark is a back-up plan the Collective is offering. They've calculated the odds, and see the chances of winning very low. So, in an uncharacteristic gesture of generosity, they've developed a way for everyone on the planet to haul behinds if getting blown up in a gigantic nuclear reaction becomes inevitable. Also, your idea of our own New Eden seems interesting. How about this: We actually are in New Eden, by the time the empires have begun to re-establish contact. The Dorics are the Sleepers, which means the sleepers weren't actually human. "Magick" is actually the psionic manipulation of meta-dimensions. The Gods are actually powerful meta-dimensional entities who can only manifest themselves on planets with a large quantity of magick-users, due to them causing enough dimensional disturbance for the Gods to slip through. Iyo is a rare element (similar to element Zero in Mass Effect in its functions), which the Dorics found a way to synthesize, thus it may pass that our nations rediscover the way to synthesize iyo. Might make for an interesting twist.
Also, if you want to know how new Collective AIs are generated, here's an explanation by flashback:
10,000 years ago...
The chief programmer of Macrohard Inc. was excited. His feelers arced electricity, and his beak snapped rapidly. The AI generator for their reconaissance and social experiment AIs was complete. He moused over the random generation button and clicked. A textbox appeared on his screen. It was time to find out what kind of a person this digital construct was. "Hello? Where am I? Who am I?" text that flared on the screen read. Later, the AI would be uploaded to a robotic armature, but first it would have to get used to the disembodied feeling of being an infomorph.
You get the idea. Alternate/parallel universe. That is all. Magic truly exists here... but that's besides the point.
So is this an alternate New Eden? |
BootStrapWill
R.I.f.t
14
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Posted - 2013.04.08 19:00:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:
So is this an alternate New Eden?
OOC: //Perhaps Fate is Jovian.... or this entire realm is actually a sub-conscious dream-scape induced into the True Slaves of the Sansha Nation. That would explain the lack of resistance to the implants...... End OOC |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.08 21:04:00 -
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Draven sat alone in his tent reading an old manuscript from nearly two era's ago. It was one of the rare times Draven had peace to read. Lately attacks from the dead were gaining frequency and in some horrifying instances, precision of a military caliber. Draven worried not for these, just people believing the dead were gaining Brian power again. Which Draven thought was horse excrement. The attacks had brought good though, more protectors were showing up, alive and well. The total was now some where between one hundred and one hundred and fifty. Draven sighed to himself, his thinking s had made him lose his paragraph. Even in silence the lone some tall man, the deragatory slang used for short giants, could not catch a break. Draven stood up and stretched, he supposed he'd see how his brethren where fairing. He strode over to the crimson cloak he kept by his makeshift bed and snapped it to the armor clasps on his chest guard. Even as a giant he wished to look well kept to the people of his nation, and if that meant a cloak on his back and a sword on his side, so be it. His long legs carried him out of his tent and into the giants quarter, the area of the city the giants stayed in while not migrating. He saw many straight away, Korla, Jarg, Kragvinik, Delania and Frostnus. Each one ranged in size, Korla was about as tall, if not slightly shorter than Draven, and Delania was around nine and two fifths feet tall. Yet some how she still had a womanly figure. Jarg how ever was in nearly every sense a mountain. He stood near thirty feet straight up, but hunched low. His hands could easily lift and hold a cow, his arms where the size of tree trunks and Draven was mostly sure he was able to cast spells, considering how well he could speak for one of his size.
"Good morn Jarg. How are you fairing on this fine day?" The day was most certainly not fine, it was raining and cold. But cynicism was tingend in Draven's voice.
"Fine. Cold, but fine." The ground shook like a stampede of horses was heading for the smaller giant.
The shadow cast by the horns on Jargs head enveloped Draven.
"Any news today? And have you seen Endrik about?"
"No and yes."
"Where might my little brother be then Jarg?"
"Saw him an hour ago. Not sure where at now."
Draven sighed. And shook his head. How had could it be to lose an eighteen footer? Then again Draven had lost Jarg a few years ago and he dwarfed most hills.
"Thank you Jarg, have a nice day."
Jarg just grunted, which sounded a deep as the hole to hell as he turned away from Draven.
Draven began to walk around the camp within a camp looking for his brother. He passed by what seemed like every giant but Endrik on his walk. After around an hour of greeting, meeting and talking with nearly every protector in a mile radius Draven gave up.Draven defeated sat on a large rock.
"The great Draven. Why do you look so sullen old friend?" One of dravens oldest friends Garric, a giant of eight feet sat down by Draven.
"Oh, it's nothing Garric, it's just been seven years since Brutus left and I'm looking for Endrik. We've remembered his voyage each year."
"Ah yes, good Brutus. He's as tenacious as an ox. I'm sure even as we speak he is on his way home with reinforcements."
"Or he's dead at the bottom of the ocean."
"Morbid does not suite you Draven. Leave the morbid sadness to Miric."
Draven shook his head. He had no idea of what had happened to his older brother. But Garric made a point, those bull horns on Brutus' head weren't just for show. Every set of horns was different for each giant, showing a single trait that stood out for each giant. Brutus the bull, one of the toughest armored giants in the world. It was said nothing could get through his armor. But that was a legend. Draven always imagined he had the brain of a bull, single minded and strong....but not flexible. Draven had ram horns because he always knew his way in rocky terrain, that was metaphorical of course. Jarg had the horns of a Gurtish beast, a massive reptilian monster that was slow walking and as smart as a dragon. They also could move boulders the size of small houses. And Endrik had the horns of a moose, because well...he was a moose, even as a human. But all of that was beside the point.
"To be frank, I'm not sure what could have happened to him. I just want to spend more time with Endrik, seeing as he's my younger brother and all."
"I understand." The two giants sat for about an hour, just talking about times better than this.
"Do you ever wish you could go back, you know...to being human?" Asked Garric suddenly.
"I'm not sure. My change wasn't much different. I wish I could take the damned helmet off."
"Maybe it's a thing of perspective? I mean for the smaller ones such as you and me, we are basically human, but for the ones among our ranks of larger proportions, it may be a burden."
Draven pondered this. Did Endrik feel a burden? A beast? Did his brother long to be human again?
"I'm not sure Garric. But you certainly gave me something to ponder." Draven stood up.
"So long my friend."
"So long Draven." And with that Draven continued his rounds, looking for his brother. The thought of his now only brother hating him self quickened his step hoping that it wasn't a prediction, but simply an idea. And what if his brother wished to true,y be human again? What then? Was the process of becoming a giant possible? And if so... At what cost would it be? Draven could only wonder. |
Alixenus
Omega protection service
37
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Posted - 2013.04.09 00:34:00 -
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Sorry folks but I don't want this turning into another new Eden. While I'm not sure where I stand on advancing the tech level or skipping into the far future, I would much prefer to keep rolling around in this staggering, beautiful, diverse fantasy world that we've created. I'm also inclined to agree with Vyzion; he brought the Supernova in too soon given how long this story is becoming. Though he wasn't that far off. Perhaps for the book version Sandromin should stretch out the initial meetings and add a few more battles to the Golem and Logizombie sections. I think our divine enemy shouldn't rear it's head until a roughly a third of the way through, but these thirds are getting real long. Perhaps when we reach page 100 we should take a moment to evaluate where we are and what to do from there.
Brutus is doing a great job of reminding us not only of the fact that there are people LIVING in this world we've created, but also that we've left a lot of the world empty. Sure, we decided on the geography, the names and the races. But not much more than that. Vast swathes of this world are as silent as the grave because we haven't added anything to it. What do the people's homes look like? What Plants grow in the Forrests? What animals run through the meadows. We've all done a top notch job of writing this story and I'm not saying that we force this stuff in now. Perhaps, from time to time, post a little appendix section about your nation. At the very least it will give Sandromin more to use. We were on the right track adding the creation of the collective's AIs, but I, as self-appointed grand-poobah of this thread, demand MOAR
Thanks in advance, and thanks for not kicking me out |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
223
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Posted - 2013.04.09 02:05:00 -
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So, here's a few basic things:
1) We're not in New Eden, we're in a completely different universe (parallel to New Eden).
2) This is nowhere near done. In fact, I could easily throw in thousands of random plot elements and such. We're just only on part 1.
3) We need to give life to these lands; that's what I did with Alihes, and am trying to do with these travels around the lands. That's on our priority board. Feel free to begin making things lively.
4) We need more it seems.
Also, as a note for the Collective: Theories are allowed, space ships are not. We're not quite at the stage of space ships nor are we prepared for it. So, basically, I'm going to throw in another event as game master, and let's see how it goes from there. |
Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
43
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Posted - 2013.04.09 05:15:00 -
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OOC: The Collective has the tech knowledge (they're Tier 4) and the production facilities to build spaceships. I don't see the problem with them having the blueprints and design ready. They might've just started building it. It's just a backup plan, though, It may not even come into play. We're certainly not using it anytime soon. |
Alixenus
Omega protection service
37
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Posted - 2013.04.09 10:55:00 -
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OOC: Is that 4 years including the time taken to build a fly a few smaller prototypes, to iron out the kinks? If this is going to be our last hope I'm sure the collective would want it done perfectly. But that's just my opinion. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.09 22:16:00 -
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Fentix made another feral's head explode with a crack of lightning. Blood bone and brain splattered his decorative armor and face mask.
"Blighted feral's" Fentix whispered to himself. Some vanguard had spotted a large group of these monsters in the western forest. The Black is what it was most commonly called, since the odd Hyrutian trees grew with black leaves and black bark. And only here in maybe all the world. The place was beautiful, quiet, sad and eerie. Just where Fentix loved to go. Another feral charged the elite Storm man.
"Damn fool." Fentix grabbed the feral by the front of the head and created another small explosion. That was his fifty-ish feral of the day. Nay the hour. But Fentix wouldn't complain, he'd had a rather bad day yesterday and frankly wanted to make these bastards pay for all they had done to him, to his brother...to his nephew... Fentix violently kicked the now twitching feral, breaking the spin and a few ribs. Fentix sat on a protector he had fried with a spell Fentix himself invented. It involved hitting the synapsids of the brain and...wel long story short he was able to make the protector rip its self apart. And how glorious that was. Seeing the strongest of all ferals, the mighty protector ripping its own arm off with a fantastic spray of blood, then crushing some poor fool next to the flailing beast. Fentix let out a chuckle. How morbid he had become."The Storm Beast" is what his Storm men brethren called him. That was the one they said to his face. Fentix knew he wasn't exactly liked by the other storm men. But when you where the Warden Of the Eye, you stopped caring about what people thought of you. Still deep in thought Fentix heard a groan. He extended his hand and shot a bolt of lightning without looking. The sweet sound of an exploding torso and a very deep thud of a head delighted the Storm man. That was his third without looking. His aim was getting off though. Years ago he could hit a flys wing a mile away...literally.
Fentix sighed. "Why did you have to leave me with your child brother? You should have know nothing good would have come from it. And now he's dead and I'm alone on this damned rock."
And as usual, no one answered his question. Fentix stood up and stretched, he thought about going for a walk. He walked, not gliding, across the forest floor. Animals stayed away from him, the scent of rain lingered around him like the scent of death on a feral. It had been so long since Fentix had seen a Hyrutian forest lion, or a ground lurker, or bullete. Although, each of those were terrifying carnivores that were know to kill entire squads of vanguard. But the sight of something other and people,dead or alive, would be welcome to Fentix. Fentix was tired of wearing his heavy mask. He reached behind his head and in latched the locks around his neck. The black faceless mask fell from his face. The color (albeit black) of the world lit up around him. Fentix felt the short cropped goatee. And frankly looked relatively normal, aside for the jet black black eye he had and his dashing good looks (several women's words, not his.) he held an air of nobility with him, even his strong face features looked noble. But he was anything but noble. Fentix sighed.
"How many more of you do I have to kill? I mean I understand you're dead and everything, but really?" Fentix turned and saw the black aura of the tainted innocent people. He could see maybe thirty of them. And each black out line he saw reminded him why he kept his mask on. Too late now. He had to kill these people. Again. Bolts of lightning shot off in each direction leaving a trail of lingering blue streak left from the spell. And the lingering aura of ten now truly dead ferals faded, as did the taint from...him. The sight would have been mind boggling to anyone else, maybe even maddening. But Fentix had been born with this gift. And hd always hated it, just like his father had hated it. Beaten him for being such an...
"Abomination." Fentix whispered as he made another tainted soul fade into a mere memory as tinges of purple arcs floated in the air.
His father had beaten him so badly an eye patch was needed out of pain of infection rather than his unfortunate mutation. He kept that eye patch for years, where the regular children had safety blankets and loving parents Fentix had his brother, his mother and his eyepatch to give him happiness from his abusive father. He had hated that man, and that hate was played out when he became a storm man. His father would still beat him...until Fentix gave the bastard a stroke. His brother stood by his side, as did his mother. His father hated Fentix even more. By he died, with excremental in his pants and drool on his face. Then his mother died of a feral attack. And his brother died of the first migration of ferals from the city. Damn these beast damn his father damn...
"EVERYTHING!" Fentix released a blast of energy, extinguishing all life around him trees brush, ferals. Destroyed in a thirty foot radius. Fentix stood breathing heavily...he didn't expect to have such an emotional moment, just from taking a walk.
Fentix decided to put his mask back on, his friend, his safety net, his only true ally in this tough world.
"I wonder how that frost kid is doing..." That kid, was one of the first to ever actually talk to him, for no reason in a long time.
maybe this mask, wasn't his only friend.
"Maybe I'll stop by and see how he's doing. Couldn't turn out any worse than this."
And with that Fentix began to walk back to his city of tents, whistling an old tune about a man who slayed a giant. The giant that was the foundation of the once great city to be exact. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.09 22:29:00 -
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(Ooc) last sentences *cough* important *cough* city*cough cough* (ooc) |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.10 19:32:00 -
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(Ooc) no one posted all day today? Or yesterday? What's going on...?(ooc) |
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
10
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Posted - 2013.04.10 21:33:00 -
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I know what you mean Brutus. Remember I'm almost always at my computer or at my desk. i also always have this Dust tab open. I can't do anything because I'm supposed to be having a conversation with two leaders...
However I agree with Alixenus, and I have a side character to introduce. Bringing life to at least Diyad. Stay tuned. |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.10 22:15:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:I know what you mean Brutus. Remember I'm almost always at my computer or at my desk. i also always have this Dust tab open. I can't do anything because I'm supposed to be having a conversation with two leaders...
However I agree with Alixenus, and I have a side character to introduce. Bringing life to at least Diyad. Stay tuned.
(Ooc) oh thank god their is still life here! (Ooc) |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
190
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Posted - 2013.04.10 22:18:00 -
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I have Locker Room open on my phone and refresh it pretty often, but I am waiting either for Xavier to reply or the assembly to finish. Hence the lack of my posts. Don't worry, though; I have a post incoming that will introduce another side character for the Ashborn. |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
10
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Posted - 2013.04.10 23:19:00 -
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OOC: This story takes place the final day of the Assembly. I'm still deciding on whether or not it will hold any relevance to our main arc.
The sun has just risen. The Snake of Illusion slumbers, coiled in his cave of darkness. Shop owners begin to open their stores in Arcade. That's the central district. By day a bustling market place, by night, the hot spot. You'll find plays, pubs, festivals and anything other entertainment. There's also a brothel, to satisfy your needs, if you catch my drift. A large balloon arrives at the east gates of the city, filled with noisy passengers, looking to live new lifestyles. Some people simply don't like balance, and when you don't like balance you come here. Out of all the cities in Diyad, this one is considered the most... well for the sake of avoiding coarse language let's just say unique. You won't find your emmaculate, Venezzian inspired architecture of the golden capital, nor it's upstanding citizens here. Instead you'll find the Slums, the western district of the city. There you'll find your bums, your alcoholics, poor families and the occasional unknown street gang. In Yabavi, The eastern factory district, you'll find, you guessed it, factories! Hard workers who make decent pay. They can support their families as well as grab a drink at a pub. Not much else over there. In Arka's your southern residential district. Or more like the middle class. Nothing particularly bad around here. We enjoy our lives for the most part, and that's all we need. Now Dorado is another story. If I say the poor are the poorest, I mean it. And when I see the rich are THE RICHEST around, I'm talking about the Dorado folk. You see it hasn't been too long since the king took office down below, the nation's still suffering from the power struggle. A lot of the cities up here were independent from Diyad for a long time. We're one of the last ones. The families in Dorado run this city, some are really nice people, others aren't. They keep us afloat, literally. They own everything, they employ the maintenance workers that keep us from crashing into the capital. Dorado also privately owns the police force known as "The Briggs". You'll find more of them there than anywhere else. Right now you may be asking yourself, "But who is this Snake of Illusion and where is he?" To answer, no one knows. No one except me. At the center of Arcade you'll find the tall clock tower. Outside, at its base, you'll find the occasional group of loitering runaways or beggars. Not for long, as the Briggs show up very quickly. Inside you'll find the application offices, where people look to start small businesses or to find a job. Farther up and you'll find the minute men, responsible for making sure the clock is operating correctly. At the very top however, through a small hidden door, the Snake of Illusion sleeps. A fog starts to roll in. A man with a fancy red vest escorts a group of passengers off of the balloon. With he moves his arms in a swirling motion while bowing.
"If you were planning to leave soon, you're out of look. If not, Welcome to Gran Arcadia!"
The stage now set, the Snake of Illusion has awakened, the game has begun.
" You own nothing here..." |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
11
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Posted - 2013.04.11 00:30:00 -
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(Ooc) good setting Thanatos, well done! (Ooc) |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
190
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Posted - 2013.04.11 02:16:00 -
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"This is it!"
Cenizar's eyesight broke through the darkness, and he saw a large circular room, where he could feel a distinct trace of Nak'Sora's magic. Some of the Ashborn sighed in relief, for they have been navigating the labyrinth that was the temple for around three hours now. One of Cenizar's companions picked up a wooden stick lying on the floor and lit it ablaze with a flick of two fingers. The torch revealed the hall in its entirety, and the Mir could see scores of isoteric runes and symbols carved in the ancient walls. In the middle of the room, there was a painted golden circle passing through three raised circular platforms. Each platform bore its own unique color: red, yellow, and green.
Except for the entrance, the hall had no other passages, and it has been unanimously decided that the Ashborn had to look no further. "The second Eye has to be somewhere here," stated Cenizar. "Search the walls, closely inspect the runes... We need to translate as much of this as possible until Nexhawk arrives."
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Another fireball exploded several meters away from the group, throwing its two nearest members into the air. The remaining victims of the attack, clad in azure robes and bearing ice staffs, hastily assumed a defensive position by forming a circle and prepared for the onslaught.
Fatoxum quickly surveyed the Hydromancers' position and the land around them. He located six pairs of glowing orange eyes amidst the dusk, fixed on the seven water mages. He nodded, and all Ashborn sprang out of their hiding and surrounded the Hydromancers, a fireball conjured in each hand.
The defenders realized that they were at a great disadvantage due to being caught by surprise, and they swiftly summoned a water sphere around their group. Some of them tried to shoot icebolts and water missiles at the attackers, but the conjured projectiles were burned by the fireballs, hurled towards the gathering. A barrage of fire spells assaulted the defensive bubble, but the shield stood, albeit weakened. Fatoxum saw this chance and pointed at the Hydromancers, shouting in a dreadful voice, "Incen'la fanox drak'ar!"
The Ashborn immediately recognized the incantation and looked up in anticipation of something. The Hydromancers, suddenly apprehensive, glanced in the sky a moment later.
Only to see a burning meteor rapidly descending towards their position.
It was too late for the water mages. Their group was tightly circled by the Ashborn, and there was nowhere to rum. Hence, their location didn't really change when the tip of the meteor touched the water shield.
A massive explosion blossomed at the point of impact and shook the very earth beneath everyone's feet. The Hydromancers' seared bodies were thrown around by the force wave like mere dolls. By the time they collapsed on the ground, every victim of the spell was dead.
Fatoxum grimly chuckled and observed the results. He walked to one of the charred corpses and kneeled to inspect it closer. He noticed an Ashborn relic among the mage's remains and snatches it out of the dead hands. Damn robbers. He surveyed the battlefield. This is for Abismonus.
His group and other Ashborn have been fighting with invading Hydromancers for almost a week now. This partisan activity was their revenge for the giant sordid wave that the Hydromancers conjured to wipe out the nation of Abismonus. The horrible event destroyed scores of lives and demolished hundreds of Ashborn cities, leaving only sorrowful ruins in its wake.
Fatoxum looked around him. Previously beautiful ashlands, although perceived as wastelands by other mortals, were now considered such even by Ashborn standards. Once glorious and lush cendren trees now stood leafless and split in two by the tremendous power of water. Grey clouds were rising over every lava stream, but that was not smoke. On the contrary, the water that now seeped into every crevice and fissure created these vapors upon contact with the liquid fire. City and village ruins dotted the land, surrounded by endless puddles and lakes that filled every valley and terrain deformation.
This can no longer be our home, Fatoxum thought as he approached a body of an Ashborn woman that died on the day the wave hit. The corpse no longer had the fire inside it that would shine through the cracked skin and eyes; it was now a lifeless statue made of black stone. The process of decaying into ash has already begun, but Fatoxum decided to speed it up by using magic to burn the body. His companions followed suit and began to burn other dead Ashborn in the area, thus engaging into a silent, undiscussed funeral for their brethren.
After several moments, Fatoxum admired the pile of brown and crimson ash that lay before him. He slightly blended it with the earth and whispered, "May Sol'Krin watch over your soul." Then he stood up and motioned for his men to wrap up. One of the Ashborn approached him with the question, "What should we do with them?", nodding towards the dead Hydromancers.
"Search them for any artifacts or things of our kind and throw the bodies into the nearest lava river, Animorsus," replied Fatoxum with disgust. "There will be no proper burial for what they have done to our people."
Animorsus muttered an agreement and departed to fulfill the order. Fatoxum glanced to the east, thinking of all Hydromancers that still kept pouring from their homeland. There were several other survivor groups, like his, that used surprise attacks to halt the enemy's advancement to the western coast of Praecantaria. Be it crushing scout parties or disrupting grand military operations, right now anything was helpful with what was at stake. Since there were survived Ashborn all over the state, not everyone could flee the continent with their new leader, Nexhawk the Fiery Lord. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
190
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Posted - 2013.04.11 02:24:00 -
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Therefore, the remaining partisans had to ensure that Hydromancers would never learn the current location of the Core, lest Nexhawk's ultimate plan, which Fatoxum was familiar with due to being in the Council of the Ashflame, would be rendered futile. In fact, he conversed with Nexhawk prior to the latter's flight from the land and decided to stay himself in order to give the leaving Ashborn enough time.
Fatoxum heard his companions' steps behind him. He glanced at them and the pointed north. "We will be heading to Quarn now." More accurately, to the ruins left of it. |
Alixenus
Omega protection service
37
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Posted - 2013.04.11 10:49:00 -
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OOC oops sorry Thanatos, Don't know why I didn't answer. Replying now.
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Now Alixenus didn't know what to think. All life in the world was just a game to these Elder Gods. A superflous excercise of power so that they could revel in their own omnipotence. Alixenus couldn't feel more powerless than he already did, but deep down in the caverns of his heart, a fire rose. That fire's name was Anger, and it would not be denied. It blazed away on the fuel of Thanatos' answer, growing greating and hotter with each passing moment. Soon, the fledgling inferno produced enough heat to thaw the brave man's heart, a heart frozen solid by terror. Oh Terror tried so hard to maintain it's grip, but when Alixenus' ego began to fan the flames, there was no stopping them.
The firestorm erupted from Alixenus' heart and filled his entire body. His fists balled. His Chest heaved. His teeth Grit. He walked up to Thanatos, the flames evident in his eyes. He clasped Thanatos tightly by the arm and said:
"I don't care how you got out of the underworl, or how we are going to slay these false Gods, but this ends now. Even if I have to die a thousand times for it to happen." |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Talos Incorporated
190
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Posted - 2013.04.11 14:55:00 -
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//OOC: I'll admit, if I were playing as one of the gods, I'd be pretty scared by now. Nice job showing the defiance, Alixenus.
Also, I assume that Thanatos will take Fate's role during her speeches, right? //End of OOC\\ |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
10
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Posted - 2013.04.11 18:01:00 -
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OOC: Yep, I'll make sure she still acts like a [vulgarity replaced with kitten noise... *meow*].
Also thanks Nexhawk for bringing to my attention how stupid I am. I could have been using my phone the whole time. I'll be able to respond much faster now!!! |
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