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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
128
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Posted - 2013.11.03 14:18:00 -
[1561] - Quote
OOC: Neither, but the name is what's important.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.11.03 15:02:00 -
[1562] - Quote
Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Neither, but the name is what's important.
//OOC: Ah, I have an idea now. Another member of the magical family, then? //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
128
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Posted - 2013.11.03 23:55:00 -
[1563] - Quote
OOC: Maybe...
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.04 03:45:00 -
[1564] - Quote
The world was silent...peaceful even. Until a ten foot tall armored beast creature crashed through the brick wall of the Florenz power company. Any worker inside quickly ran out of the plant terrified of the beast as it tore through machines and and walls. The monster almost seemed delighted as it picked up a chunk of one rather important machine and threw it through the wall nearby. Truly it was a day of reckoning.
Brutus was thoroughly enjoying himself. It had been a log, long, long time since he had been given a chance to destroy something that wasn't living. He relished the sound of the metal and brick getting obliterated as the materials crunched against each other. It was a symphony of chaos and destructions as explosions wracked the very earth, like great drums in and orchestra. And Brutus was the conductor. Sending the rhythm of chaos to and eventual crescendo that would be glorious to hear and behold. Truly the giant was in his element again. He was so over joyed that he was ready to laugh! Until he heard the demands of the Briggs.
"STOP GIANT!" One shouted above the sound of a explosion. Brutus turned to see a group of maybe twenty Briggs standing with weapons raised. The giant said something that took the Briggs by surprise.
"Has anyone been hurt?"
The Briggs looked at each other. Today had been an off day for the power plant. Very few workers had come in and those that did had surely run out. And as they looked they noticed that the giant hadn't blocked any exits or entrances and had kept explosions, oddly enough, to a minimum.
"Uh...we don't- " One Brigg started. But he was cut off by a senior member.
"Why do you care giant?!"
"Brutus doesn't want anyone hurt."
"Bah! Fire at my mar-" again the someone was cut off, but not by a normal Brigg. No this was something else entirely.
Something not human...
(Ooc) Thanatos would you mind telling me what the silver Briggs were like? I could use my own idea if you don't mind. (Ooc) |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
128
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Posted - 2013.11.04 04:21:00 -
[1565] - Quote
OOC: Just know that they have black eyes and don't die very easily. Other than that use your imagination ;)
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
128
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Posted - 2013.11.04 05:27:00 -
[1566] - Quote
Narrett's eyes finally open again, Vergil appears before him once more. Everything that devil made him seeth with anger. His green serpentine eyes, his short black hair. The air of dignity that he held, as if he in his state had already one. Even worse that crooked smile. Narrett couldn't help but recall what had happened years ago. Sara was only four. The monster had her chained to the floor. She screamed in pain as the machines around her extracted her essence. The terror, the pain of liquid fire, one could only imagine what she felt. He only remembered her face, her eyes. He remember his guilt. Oh how pompous was he, how arrogant, how confident. So full of himself:
"I am the shadows, personified! I am the saviour of Gran Arcadia, the greatest thief Dustia will know. I am truly deserving of my title. I who sneaks like a snake and return to the poor."
How naive he was, how trusting. How great was Vergil, who took care of his sister. She could live in a luxurious estate, and he was free to steal, to rob the nobles blind. He would beat Aiden, he'd be the one to accumulate enough money for a powerful sky vessel. Then they could go home. He, his brother and his sister. They'd see the elders. He'd see his friends, he'd see Cassandra, Egor, he'd see Sol again.
All these dreams, to cloud his judgement, how could he have known?
His train of though was interrupted by an ear piercing voice.
"Narrett, child? Hehe, I know I shouldn't disturb you, I mean, it's only fair after I kicked your pretty face in. However...well... now that I've gone and said it, I really REALLY want it. Immortality I mean. So I'd rather not rain terror upon the Kingdom of Diyad, until I've found your sister, Sara right? Didn't you say she was somewhere in Karthage?"
Narrett looked almost relieved to hear this, before he realized what he had done, Vergil had already noticed.
"She's not is she? Ooh where could she be. Wait, perhaps she's been under my nose all along, in GRAN ARCADIA? Hoohoo heehee... your face, THAT PITIFUL FACE. It's far too easy to read, and trust me, I don't read faces. I have people for that. I must be unfortunate, or poor, because you just keep on giving and giving and giving to me. Hahaha, this is marvelous."
"...You won't find her, if you haven't now, you never will."
Panting, heavy breathing. The sound of small feet running across the wet brick road. She whispered to herself in some unknown language. Her eyes aglow the same hue of her golden hair. She had to make it in time, they wouldn't be able to find him. They were looking in the wrong place.
"Just hold on Narrett, this time I'll help you."
"Please...no..."
On cue they heard the thundering of a giant, smashing into a building. Perfect timing. Marco and Franklin slipped their way into the holding station. Only a few guards stayed behind, each were easily dispatched by Marco, he fought like a veteran, but in his eyes was the youth of a young soldier. They made their way up a flight of stairs where the more dangerous criminals were likely to be held. The cell doors, only had small openings to look through. They threw open each one until they got to the final door. Marco growled in a fit of anger.
"Nothing!?! Nothing? All of the cells in this place are empty! It just doesn't make any sense. What do we do? A---"
Marco was interrupted by the click of a revolver at the back of his head...
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
128
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Posted - 2013.11.04 06:09:00 -
[1567] - Quote
Marco gasped in shock.
"Y-you, Franklin, you'd betray me?"
Franklin moved closer towards him, revolver pressed to the back of his head. He whispered in his ear, his voice this time, was not that of a jolly fat con man, but rather a cold killer.
"That's enough boy. No more games. I suppose you take me for a fool? This petty strategy, the work of an amateur, I'm ashamed to admit I came up with it."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I said enough. Don't you find this predicament peculiar? Three years ago, I was in this very room. Consulting with Vergil Haversham. I had done as he'd asked, I'd arranged a meeting with the powerful merchants and businessman of Diyad. That was of course until I found out about the thief boy and his sister. When I said I'd never work with him again I meant it. I am well versed in the seedy underworld of this corrupted hell hole. I had a name, Ratt of Information. He who connives, who tricks, who spies, who forges. He who turned down no offer, who sold information that likely lead to hundreds of deaths. I denied him. I stood up against him and in turn Dorado. I've done far too much to be a hero now though, far too much. But I saw something in that thief boy, the saviour of the slums. Then I became he, the reborn crook, who served the rebellion, used his skills for good. Isn't that peculiar? Especially when every word of it is true. I spoke so many strategies with Vergil, and he was foolish to use my own against me."
"I'm not following, what does this have to do with me?"
"Now you're becoming annoying. Isn't it obvious I've put the pieces together? Funny how I decided to use my skills for good. Feeding information to the rebellion with the help of the escaped thief boy. The hero that I befriended. I helped him get his sister out of Gran Arcadia. Now would the people suspect me, of course not. I'm with the good guys now. I do my part to save the slums. Yet here comes the black sickness. Here is where everything falls into place. What really tipped me off. All of a sudden, important people in the rebellion contracted an unknown illness, and their followers "disappeared" into the Underbelly. Now of course this lowered the spirits of the people. Any voices to speak out against Dorado were silenced. The rebellion was reduced to a small group of people who receded into the Underbelly. Sounds familiar doesn't it? Removing key people from the sphere of interest in order to keep the people in check. A job that I once did for Vergil three years ago. How peculiar, right? It's as if even though I ended business with him, the information I gathered was still used to complete tasks that I would normally do on my own. Now tell me, who did I report all of my findings to? Could it be, the leader of this small rebellion?"
"..."
"Now you shut up? Yes, I figured it out. You've been working with the Dorado Syndicate, and by doing so, I figured out that their leader was the same man I worked with long ago."
"..."
"Don't act so surprised. You should have known, your limited intelligence is eras behind my own. When you thought you were seven steps ahead of me, I was perched on the clock tower in the center of Arcade, miles ahead of you, with a rifle pointing between your eyes."
Marco chuckled.
"Amazing, you are as good as they say you are, Ratt of Information. You have everything set up perfectly, all the pieces arranged exactly where you want them. But answer this, can you truly account for all possible situations?"
"I don't need to."
With that Franklin pulls the trigger, a loud crackle echoes throughout the station as the bullet exits the chamber and collides with the back of Marco's head. He is shocked however when the bullet only enter half way into the back of his skull.
Marco turns around, revealing his eyes, once brown to be completely black. He grabs Franklin by the neck, lifting him into the air. He smirks as the fat man struggles to find some tidbit of oxygen.
"I guess you should have then."
The last thing Franklin felt was a hard surface at the back of his head. Then all went dark.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.11.05 11:17:00 -
[1568] - Quote
As the Embershard glided over the waves with speed and grace, Alixenus perched on the rear of the Quarterdeck, hands gripping the smooth Obsidian guard rail, not least because fully half of his body was dangling over the water behind the craft, watching as the Pyromancers propelled them through the choppy currents. He lowered himself back down and was surprised; he did not experience a twinge of pain from the rib Fate had fractured. Alixenus reached down to his side, the break was there, but completely healed, a slight lump indicating there was ever a wound at all. He checked his other bones. It seemed that while on the outside he looked young, his bones still bore every mark of his career. On his left false rib infact, he found the area where part had been chipped off, and thought back to the first time he had almost died.
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The moon was waxing, near full, not that it mattered, the clouds saw to that. Their target was in sight: a Galley that had recently made off with a shipment of silk from a Mercer's cargo ship. Alixenus was manning an ore on the dinghy, pulling slowly and quietly so as not to draw attention to the Thieves. The commander signalled halt and the men rowed in reverse to bring them to a sudden halt. The clouds had broken ahead of them, illuminating the water. They waited for an indeterminable length of time for darkness to return before closing once more on their target. A few men had starting glancing down at their weapons, or adjusting their armour. Alixenus kept his eyes locked on the ship, but he could sense that he was breaking into a cold sweat. The Dinghy drew alongside the Galley. They waited. Nothing, they had not been spotted. Quietly, a few men lifted themselves up to peer at the deck of the Galley. One of them signalled down to be ready. They climbed over the top. A few seconds later a sound like rain water spilling through a roof was heard. The men returned, carrying a corpse between them. Alixenus and the others raised their hands and gently recieved the body before silently sliding him into the water.
Alixenus was one of the last to climb aboard, freezing halfway up as his Leather armour creaked, he moved even more slowly and slithered onto to the deck, straight into the blood of the man they had just disposed of, though from the looks of it several men had done this already. The team had already spread out to search the ship, a few were dropping another body overboard. Alixenus followed behind the commander as he went below deck. They stalked their way through the slumbering criminals, barely aware that two other Venezzians were already watching for any that might awake. They reached a small room partitioned from the rest of the ship by a wooden wall. The commander went left, Alixenus went right. He had barely turned the corner when he spied the Silk. Alixenus was about to fetch someone else when he noticed a sailor in chains next to the loot. He was beaten, dirty and likely abused in other ways aswell. Alixenus moved over to him and began checking the lock on the chains for any sign of weakness. After a moment or so Alixenus found himself skidding along the floor, dazed and struggling to breathe. He looked to his side and saw an arrow sticking out of it. A pirate emerged from the shadows, already notching another arrow into place on his bow. Just as he drew it back, darkness enveloped Alixenus' eyes.
He awoke in great pain 3 days (he was told) later, on a bed of hay in one of Venezzia's military hospitals. He barely had time to adjust his eyes when his Decanus, squad leader, walked in.
"Alixenus that arrow went straight into your lung. You are very lucky to be alive, and that's only because I'm your commander. Did you forget the rule of Sweep and Clear? You're going to have to do a lot better if you want to make a Career our of this". He strode out again without another word. Alixenus simply lay back in his bed and passed out again. |
Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.11.05 12:01:00 -
[1569] - Quote
The two leaders and the ambassador had finally reached the less prominent, but nonetheless opulent building of the Guild of Thought, when they were questioned yet again about the purpose of their arrival. The guards then received an answer that sounded like the responders were weary of being asked these sorts of questions by now.
"Sandromin expects us."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.11.06 15:25:00 -
[1570] - Quote
OOC: Oops, are we in Aretum already?
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The Screech of the Abominations was even more painful for Lombardi's forces, despite their distance. The cacophony reverberated inside their helmets many times over. Many of the shield bearers screamed and writhed on the ground, some simply collapsed. A few Cavalrymen struggled to control their mounts as whole squadrons bolted. Lombardi himself was nearly bucked off until his squires ran up and seized the reins of Menelausa, Lombardi's favourite charger. The General wrenched his helmet from his head and tossed it into the mud with all the force of Mars himself. There was a very different man sitting on that horse than had first mounted it. This was the Lombardi who remembered the thrill of battle, the look in an enemy's eyes when he knew he was doomed, the feeling of a blood soaked hilt. His eyes wild, teeth grit, made even more intimidating from the blood dripping from his ears and nose. He drew his Broadsword and pointed at the Valley.
"Skirmishers, tend the wounded! Cavalry, hear me, for I will not say this twice. FOLLOW ME! Or I will send these Bastards to hell on my own! CHARGE!" Every mounted troop that was able kicked into a Gallop and followed their leader, unsure which was more terrifying: the screech they just heard or the man leading them into battle...
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OOC: I'm well aware that the ferals are leaving the Valley. Cue the bloody slaughter! |
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.06 20:58:00 -
[1571] - Quote
As the ferals shambled back to whence they came. One stayed. An abomination. It's face was gone. Not a shred of skin had stayed on the red stained skull. Muscle was still clinging to the jawline. And only a single eye sat in the socket. The wretched stared at the charging general. Not moving. Just standing staring at the charging horse... Until quicker than a flash of lightning the abomination grabbed a long spear from the corpse of a fellow abomination, and in the same motion hurled the spear with strength not far behind that of a giant... Straight for the in armored knee of the horse. The unnatural throw skewered the horse's front leg and toppled the poor creature, sending the spear into it's unarmored underside. With a horrible scream the horse fell and with it Lombardi. Then something even worse. Laughter from the abomination froze even the most veteran solider, it was horrible, drier than long dead bones and dripping with contempt the abomination laughed, echoing in the canyon. Until it spoke. A deep, dark voice filled the ears of every man in the canyon. It seemed to come from every angle and echoed from itself.
"Your time has come breathers... Your gods have died or abandoned you...your armies are worthless against us. You cannot defeat what you were born to do."
Lombardi, struggling to get up from his charger shouted at the lonesome creature. Still proud and defiant.
"And what is we were born to do?"
The creature seemed to smile.
"Why...you were born to feed the worms..." And with that the abomination turned. All noise cut out for miles around.
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2013.11.07 09:00:00 -
[1572] - Quote
Lombardi eventually freed his leg from under his mount and struggled to his feet, his sword bending slightly as he braced himself with it. He barely took a moment to steady himself before he began striding after the abomination, still thirsting to do battle. "Don't you walk away from me!" He cried as it effortlessly increased the distance between them. Lombardi lost sight when a few of his bodyguard rode up in front of him, dismounted and seized him bodily, demanding as politely as they could that he calm down, practically dragging him to the back of the Squadron where another horse had been volunteered for the General.
OOC: No problem Brutus, no problem |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.09 15:56:00 -
[1573] - Quote
(Ooc) is there anybody out there? (Ooc) |
Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
134
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Posted - 2013.11.09 16:44:00 -
[1574] - Quote
Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) is there anybody out there? (Ooc)
OOC: You forgot the "Hello, hello" at the beginning :D. Yes. I'm here.
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.09 18:33:00 -
[1575] - Quote
Galrick M'kron wrote:Brutus Pyrus wrote:(Ooc) is there anybody out there? (Ooc) OOC: You forgot the "Hello, hello" at the beginning :D. Yes. I'm here.
(Oo) you are my new favorite, for getting the reference. (Ooc) |
Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
134
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Posted - 2013.11.09 18:51:00 -
[1576] - Quote
"We have been waiting for some time now. What time-consuming effort is your leader engaged in at the moment?" the Engineer said casually, as much as saying something in a casual tone is possible for a robot, to the guard.
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
359
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Posted - 2013.11.10 02:57:00 -
[1577] - Quote
From across the courtyard, Sandromin saw a group of various peoples. The diplomats and adventurers had arrived. Immediately, he rushed over to greet them.
"Hello! As you can see, things have been busy these past few days; preparations have been going on for weeks at this point," Sandromin stated jovially. "Over there is the caravan; I'd like you to gather your supplies and load them next to those steeds if you have no urgent matters to discuss."
Sandromin gestured towards a column of steeds.
"As for the rest of you, I need you to walk and talk. Over there, you can see we have horses and next to them, something completely revolutionary. The Doric peoples left something behind that we managed to reverse engineer. They're a completely different form of transportation from anything that traverses land at this current moment. Bar the Collective's complex technological transports, this is probably the most sophisticated thing out there."
Pausing for breath, Sandromin continued the lecture.
"You see, we call them mobile stations, or mobistats. As for their capacity and speeds, they can contain nearly four tons of materiel and can travel at speeds equal to our desert steeds, which is no easy feat. Allow me to explain: our horses are regarded as the best on this continent, as they are bred for speed, strength, and stamina. At speeds of around forty estias per hour [OOC: one estia is roughly equivalent to 1.8 miles], they can maintain maximum speeds for hours on end with a rider. As you can tell, this means our mobistats will be extremely useful and versatile in the coming expedition.
"Anyways, allow me to guide you to the Guild's Meeting Room to discuss our plans."
Finished with explaining, the Sand King had an aide lead the group while he pulled the various representatives of each nation aside.
"Have you felt it? I'm not sure how to describe it, but it's... sinister. This dreadful aura... it's... terrifying."
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Galrick M'kron
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
134
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Posted - 2013.11.11 16:36:00 -
[1578] - Quote
"I experienced a minor short circuit in my CPU shortly before arriving here. Could the cause of it be this... aura, whatever you're calling it?" the Engineer said.
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
448
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Posted - 2013.11.12 03:50:00 -
[1579] - Quote
Nexhawk looked quite somber as he eyed the discussers. "I seem to have an idea of what it was," he spoke quietly. "My mind wants to assign this aura to one of the Deathlords, for they are the only real users of the deathly arts that we knew of on Praecantaria. Deep in my soul, however," he stared in the distance, squinting, "I know that the fear and the coldness of death have emanated from a being far more potent than anything we have ever faced."
Suddenly, a frown crossed Nexhawk's mind, as if he remembered something unpleasant. "I recall... a legend, a very old one. I have heard of it once during my childhood, and most of the details elude me now." He closed his eyes. "In its essence, that legend spoke of a dreadful ancient being, a fallen god named Zak'Resh that was corrupted by some outside force. Once a benevolent celestial, his tainted mind now controlled the most terrible weapon - death itself. Entire armies fell at a flick of his finger, and then endless scores of undead would rise after one thought. And then..." Nexhawk opened his eyes and rubbed his forehead, "something must have happened to him. Something that either utterly destroyed him, or rendered him dormant for the remainder of his immortal life."
The Ashborn saw dread on his companions' eyes, and he quickly told them, "Of course, this is all but a legend. It does not have to be true by any means, and it most likely isn't, for the records on Praecantaria bear no official word on this...being." Nexhawk paused and stared thoughtfully to the south. "However, if the legend is true, then I would consider it to be our most accurate description of this entity, whatever it may be," he concluded with a grim expression.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Nimrod Nashes
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
0
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Posted - 2013.11.12 05:34:00 -
[1580] - Quote
The island was silent; no hint of life, or rather unlife, remained. In the fortress of the Primordial Lord, not even the Dark Lord Nashir-Ur was to be found. Verily, throughout the halls, there was no sign of the undead army that was formerly there. Only a disquieting and sinister air lingered throughout the entire island of Doomgoth. While the halls themselves were dead, there was one passage that spiraled down into an abyss.
Staring down the abyss, a typical mortal could only see one thing: an eerie red glow that rhythmically pulsated. But to anyone possessing keener sight, something completely abnormal could be spotted. There was simply a portal, an abstract doorway into a dimension unknown...
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
130
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Posted - 2013.11.12 07:28:00 -
[1581] - Quote
OOC: I'm kind of waiting for Brutus to do his thing with the Silver Briggs; unless you want me to make up what they're like.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
2006
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Posted - 2013.11.12 14:04:00 -
[1582] - Quote
Galrick M'kron wrote:" I can feel it in my CPU."
Hahahaha that made me giggle uncontrollably for a good minute.
And I'm back! Without the exams weighing on my consciousness my mind and imagination has been freed from the shackles of distraction! I'm reading every book I own on airships to try capture the next phase of Conyr's chronicles as best I can.
And welcome, death lord! I am life boy. It is inevitable that we will dance eventually. Looking forward to the encounter.
80 pages!?
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.13 20:35:00 -
[1583] - Quote
(Ooc) sorry a lot of family stuff came up(ooc)
Brutus stared at the not quite man. He had a shaven head, silver chest guard with ornate designs and completely black eyes. But that wasn't the oddest part about him. Oh no that was the icing on the cake. This man was eight, maybe more feet tall, with limbs made of a silver metal. They were not guards for his arms. They were his arms. Steam came out of cracks of the machine as the arm made a whirr quietly.
"Giant. You are violating my contractors land right. You have a ten second head start." The voice sounded unnatural. Overly monotone. But Brutus wouldn't run. The giant decided to make an Intelligent retort. So he kicked down a wall that was five feet away.
The normal men were silent. But the silver man chuckled.
"Fair enough. How was I supposed to expect an idiot like your self to listen."
Brutus did not like this man.
"Brutus is not an idiot."
The men laughed at the giant.
"Listen to yourself. You sound like child with brain damage. And the men have told me you don't even kill. So not only are you an idiot you are a weakling." The man took a step forward.
"Brutus isn't weak..."
"Ah but you are. If you were strong you would have been able to protect that worthless snake and the Ratt."
"What?" The mention of Francis was strange. How did they know he had come. The man was enraging Brutus.
"Oh you didn't know? Your little pet rat will soon be dead, and the snake beheaded. And that little brat. Oh we got plans for her too."
The Briggs were laughing at the giant. All except for the silver Brigg. Who just stared and smiled. Until Brutus said something under his breath.
"I'm sorry, did you say something fool?"
Brutus whispered again as he saw thousands of ways he would kill this man in his head. Every way more brutal than the last.
"What was that? Has your pitiful mind finally deteriorated?"
The giant exploded bellowing louder than he ever had before. If he could hear anything else, he would have heard glass shatter. Any human within the vicinity began to bleed from their ears as the shout crashed through the air like mountain slide crashed into a single man. The shout sounded for miles around. Below to other islands and passing ships. And especially to the silver Brigg who's expression drastically changed from cocky to terrified to serious in a matter of seconds.
"Well it seems that you have some fight in you."
"BRUTUS IS GOING TO TEAR THOSE ARMS RIGHT OFF!" Was all the giant could say before he blacked out in rage.
Perceval starred at the giant as screamed and bellowed. He would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that he was terrified. Even he being a silver Brigg, he was utterly mortified by this... This creature. This thing wasn't normal. And by no means was Perceval himself normal. Not with his experimental arms. Only a few of the other silver Briggs had these. And for a brief second, a fleeting moment, he thought that after this beast was done with him he wouldn't have the arms. But, then he realized that he was part machine now. Part of something made for killing. He was a weapon of death an desolation now. And what could a mere animal do to him? |
Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.13 20:37:00 -
[1584] - Quote
(Ooc) I feel like the last post was a little weak. Any suggestions? (Ooc) |
Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
130
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Posted - 2013.11.13 21:27:00 -
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OOC: Jesus Christ! 8-FOOT STEAMPUNK CYBORGS!?!
That is way better than my idea! Plus it makes sense given Diyad's technological progress. Also your post was top, no need to worry.
P.S. Sandromin, am I still the second most advanced? I'm not sure since Diyad advanced tremendously without Doric influence.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
Interstellar Conquest Enterprises
359
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Posted - 2013.11.14 02:38:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Jesus Christ! 8-FOOT STEAMPUNK CYBORGS!?!
That is way better than my idea! Plus it makes sense given Diyad's technological progress. Also your post was top, no need to worry.
P.S. Sandromin, am I still the second most advanced? I'm not sure since Diyad advanced tremendously without Doric influence.
Ranking of tech:
1: Collective
2: Sand Nations and Diyad are tied (due to recent overhaul of Sand technology)
3: Venezzia
4: Everyone else is tied
P.S. Technology, not magic.
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.14 03:45:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:OOC: Jesus Christ! 8-FOOT STEAMPUNK CYBORGS!?!
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(Ooc) this is my new favorite saying. (Ooc) |
Vyzion Eyri
The Southern Legion
The Umbra Combine
2026
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Posted - 2013.11.15 01:00:00 -
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Consciousness made itself apparent by lancing through Conyr's head with a throb of pain, and the logipriest yelped and sat up, cradling his head in his hands.
Blinking tears from his eyes, he slowly looked up. When he saw where he was a shiver ran through his body.
It looked exactly like the cave system the crazy dwarf lady had dragged him and Hakyi into... Hakyi...
Wind. Rushing, burning sand. Pounding heat. The creaking kalteraft, dancing on the desert, more graceful than the Venezzian military fleet, more regal than the great giants and more mysterious than Alkhemy.
Except Conyr was truly alone here. There was no sounds, no crackling fire...
Heat, unbearable. Where desert heat was warm this heat was an inferno, and it lashed Conyr with not only heat, but fear. Fear of death, of burning to death, of charred flesh and blackened bones.
His head was back in his hands now as the sharp headache lessened to a throb on the left side of his head, but instead of blessed relief the memories just kept coming, as if the blow to his skull had unlocked a chest, and now its contents were pouring out unceasingly.
Dog, killed. Vyzion, killed. Logipriests killed. Fate. Destiny. Breathe. Freedom. Brutus, Alixenus. Shattered Venezzian windows, kalter seeds. Blood. Vines. Boats. Zombies, golems, robots. Ferals. Giant. Saviour. Flower.
Airships.
Like an anchor to the present, Conyr pictured himself standing aboard a sky-worthy airship, captain of its crew, sailing through the clouds like sailors of the sea navigating foggy waters. His breathing calmed, his thoughts stopped swirling in an uncontrollable torrent. He picked himself up. A chilly breeze wrapped around his ankles, and Conyr followed it. Slowly the cool air curled up his legs and was soon pummelling his whole body as he fought against it to the entrance he could now see in the distance.
The howling wind assaulting the surprisingly deep cave calmed considerably when Conyr made it to the entrance. Sitting there was the girl who had attacked him. She was still filthy, and was devouring an unrecognisable, small animal. Conyr warily watched her until she finished and turned.
Her face was streaked with dirt to the point that her original skin colour was absolutely undeterminable, and her hands and legs definitely weren't any better. Her hair, a tangled mess with things crawling around in it, seemed to be brown but that also could've been a product of apparently not having bathed for her entire lifetime. The logipriest did not mind that she was dirty; he probably was not much better. Besides, the ability to be so in tune with nature was a gift the logipriests held in high regard.
Her eyes were dark brown, and her high cheeks contrasted with a little nose, and the defiant slash that was her lips did not open to speak, or growl.
"Hello," Conyr began, tentatively. "You aren't going to eat me too, are you?"
The girl stared. That's a start, at least.
"Where are we? Who are you?"
No response.
"Do you know where I can find those airships?"
She blinked at the word 'airship'. Slowly getting up and throwing the remains of her meal away, she walked away from the cave entrance.
"Hey! Where'd you-" Conyr leapt out to follow her and abruptly stopped. The cave opened onto a ledge, a very thin ledge, and the dizzying amount of empty air between Conyr, right at the lip of the ledge, and the plain below made his head swim. He backed into the cave, and glanced around for the girl. A smal rock fell down in front of him, and slowly Conyr shuffled back outside the cave and looked up. The girl was climbing up, and now Conyr realised they were in the middle of a gigantic cliff face.
Conyr, refusing to be abandoned, began climbing too. His nimble fingers and toes found purchase in the rock and he relished the physical strain to avert his mind from the pulsating headache. One limb was moving at all times, and he climbed fluidly and it was obvious he had spent his whole life climbing, but he couldn't catch up to the girl.
The edge loomed above him and Conyr hoped the girl wouldn't have ran off, but as he pulled himself over she was right there, scrounging for something. Conyr looked around, and found the ground he was standing on seemed to be soft, moist. For as far as Conyr's eyes could see, the strange soft plain he had climbed onto continued forever.
The girl stood up, grinning now. She walked over to Conyr and opened her hands, revealing a shrivelled, thick cylindrical white root with sparse green leaves sticking out of the top, and followed by speaking one word to Conyr.
"Parsnip."
OOC: Sorry Brutus for inventing such a massive geographical feature on your land. Hope you don't mind.
"When nothing is going your way, go out of your way to do nothing."
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.17 18:40:00 -
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(Ooc) big stuff is welcomed in the land of giants. I'll just assume your on top of the canyon of ridiculous proportions.(Ooc)
Frost was having a nightmare. A horrible horrible nightmare. He crept seeing his loved ones being torn to shreds in front of him a s he could nothing. And a red skulked abomination held his eyes open to the horror. It seemed to last forever. Until his eyes snapped open. He was in the now very familiar sight of a medical tent. It was almost light now. But frost knew the day would still be dark. The fresh dead would have to be burned, the remaining soldiers counted... And friends mourned...
"Adryan! Oh thank... Everything! Your okay! When I started hearing the screams... I- I just...." Reta began to weep as she latched onto frost. The relief that washed over him was, well, relieving. Then a sudden thought struck him.
"Reta... Who else survived?" His fianc+¬ was silent as she still held onto frost then as she pushed herself away he could see that she was slow to talk.
"Only you and Grandis made it back. And he's... Lost his arm."
Frost nodded solemnly. He had seen his friend lose the arm in question.
"He'll live. He's strong. I'm more worried about me and you right now though. That attack wasn't normal. That was a coordinated assault... There were sky ships Reta. Old artifacts, working against us..."
Reta didn't know what to say to her fianc+¬.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you through whatever it must have been like." Was all frost could say before the shade walked into the tent along with a man in strange armor.
"Ah, I see you're awake. Good to meet you your're friend here-"
"...get...to...the...point..."
The man looked at the shade with annoyed eyes.
"As I was saying it's good to meet you, frost was it?" Frost nodded.
"Well it seems that you are a leader-"
"I'm no leader." Frost interrupted.
"Is it customary for the people of the giants lands to interrupt?"
"No sorry, I apologize."
The man nodded.
"Any ways I'd like to have a chat with you, alone preferably." The man looked at the shade and Reta.
The shade and Reta looked and exited the tent.
"Now. Let's chat."
"First tell me your name."
The man smiled.
"My men call me General Lombardi."
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
115
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Posted - 2013.11.19 00:44:00 -
[1590] - Quote
(Ooc) where has everyone gone? (Ooc) |
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