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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.02.27 06:21:00 -
[1771] - Quote
Time to archive these just in case.
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
157
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Posted - 2014.02.27 10:33:00 -
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Oh, I didn't even realize Brutus ever responded to me. I was waiting for you this whole time.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
157
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Posted - 2014.02.28 03:08:00 -
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Brutus Pyrus wrote:The giant just tilted his head as he stared at the vault door.
"Well Brutus?" Franklin mused behind his companion.
Brutus still started. Trying to concentrate on makeing the door, something other than a door. In all honesty he didn't"5 really understand the fundamentals of this magik. It was strange and too scientific for his liking.
"Brutus? Are you alright?" The giant still stared intently at the door.
"Perhaps we should-" the snake started, but Franklin quickly quieted him.
Brutus kept trying to focus. He kept thinking of sand and dirt. But he felt nothing. Saw nothing. Finally after what felt like hours of staring at the vault door the giant snapped. He started slamming his fists on the door with such vicious power that he began to feel his armor dent. Franklin and the snake tried to stop him but his anger was too much. He had defeated three, men of metal and countless foot soilders to be beaten by a door! The rage he was having was not the blood lust he had beaten, but that of a defeated man. He kept hammering on the vault...until one of his hits stuck. He stopped, pulling back his fist he saw something odd. Yellow sand was in a fist shaped hole now, among the minor dents of the vault.
"I'll be damned... He did it..." The giant slowly turned to his friends, before giving a laugh and continuing his onslaught.
Sand flew with every blow as hit after hit left hole after hole. The giant had learned magics.
(Ooc) sorry for the sloppiness. I haven't written in forever.(ooc)
After passing through the large opening where a vault once was, the trio found themselves in front of a large staircase. An unfamiliar voice echoed out, "You've come to far already! You won't make it passed this point. Lord Haversham shant allow it. I built these men with my own two hands, and they will bury you all."
Suddenly the ceiling from above the staircase began to open up, revealing dozens of glass pods containing a small army of Silver Briggs. Each with four arms like Marco, but they only stood at six feet. The silver of their mechanical arms bounced light that refracted through there glass casings emitting an array of colorful lights. The glass casings began to open up dropping the Silver Briggs like rainfall. As they each plummeted fracturing the floor beneath them, they began charging toward the giant.
"This may be the home stretch, and we might just not make it," exclaimed Franklin cautiously. "We have to," replied Narrett with a determined look on his face. "Yes of course we do."
Narrett leaped from Brutus' shoulder landing hard on his feet. He began making symbols with his hand while whispering some foreign language. Suddenly around him two transparent, almost ethereal snakes appeared coiled around him. His he whispered the snakes began to frantically retreat from his body. An almost heavenly light shone around him, his skin became a paler white and his black hair turned as silver as snow. His irises became a fluorescent gold.
Franklin also hopped from Brutus' shoulders, his eyes glowing lavender, revolver in hand.
Brutus also stood prepared for battle.
Franklin ran swiftly for his size, sidestepping the soldiers as they charged straight ahead. He wasted no time emptying bullets into their heads. Narrett seemed almost unaffected by gravity, as he ran across the room and up the wall. Some of the soldiers looked surprised while others began using their powerful arms to climb the wall after him. Brutus began grabbing them by the handful and smashing them into each other. Narrett extended his hand by his side and a gold orb of energy began to flow and swirl in the palm of his hand. He launched the golden orb towards a group of guards on the ground. The blast from the orb launched the guards to the ground, some of them convulsed as if stuck by lightning. Without looking behind him and keeping his pace he summoned his dagger into his hand. This time he used his golden magick to enchant the blade as he quickly flung it into the wall behind him. The guards who were just catching up with him had payed the blade no mind and proceeded. Before they realized it a large bubble of golden energy flung them off the wall and onto the ground far across the room. Narrett finally jumped from the wall into the lake of Silver Briggs. From his hand this time he summoned as word made of this golden magickal energy. He began dispatching them swiftly. Each swing launched them backwards.
As a Brigg launched his fist Franklin quickly ducked under then pulled himself behind him pressing his revolver into it's skull. As another approached from his left he pivoted toward him, rolling over his back. As the Brigg turned around he was met by a large foot kicking him upwards.
Meanwhile Narrett threw another orb, blasting back several guards. They flew far enough down the room to fly over Franklin's head. With astonishing precision Franklin shot each of the airborne guards directly in their chests. The airborne corpses were caught by Brutus who flung the bodies into another group. Before the living guards could untangle themselves from the bodies, Franklin used Alkhemy to begin disintegrating the bodies with the iyo from his custom rounds. He used the iyo to pass through to the alive guards whose bodies also disintegrated. Brutus wondered to himself how a seemingly jolly fat man was a deadly fighter.
The battle seemed to go on for hours until finally each Silver was vanquished.
"We did it," said Franklin, panting in exhaustion. Narrett said nothing but instead began the trek up the long staircase. "Of course there's a huge staircase, perhaps these will kill me," Franklin joked. He signaled Brutus to follow upward. This would be a long climb, they'd have more than enough time to clear their heads.
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Annnd this hiatus has been detrimental to my writing. This is really sloppy.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
158
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Posted - 2014.03.01 22:08:00 -
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Guys... I did something.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.03.02 12:27:00 -
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I can't think of any way I can contribute if Sandromin doesn't move along with the kraw. I'm no good at making up new characters.
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Alixenus
ISF Marines
110
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Posted - 2014.03.02 17:40:00 -
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OOC: Reserving post 1775 for continuation of giant lands story arc. In my infinite wisdom I became GM of a tabletop RPG, which needless to say takes a lot of creative energy. But I will continue the story. TODAY! I already had to watch the Shigeru burn on Caldari Prime, I'm not going to let this beauty crash and burn too! |
Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
Legacy Rising
138
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Posted - 2014.03.02 19:54:00 -
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OOC: Which system did you GM?
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.03.02 20:39:00 -
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//OOC: I'm still thinking on my next post for the Windweavers plot... Soon all shall be revealed... //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
159
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Posted - 2014.03.06 01:55:00 -
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OOC: So despite constantly reminding Sand that he needs to get this going, he still hasn't. Sorry guys, I tried. Brutus however...
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
119
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Posted - 2014.03.08 19:30:00 -
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(Ooc) IM SO SORRY! My internet decided to make me a hypocrite...(ooc) |
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Brutus Pyrus
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
119
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Posted - 2014.03.08 20:05:00 -
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Brutus was starting to feel the pain and fatigue of the battles he had so valiantly fought. Never had he been in this many battles in this little of time even in the war. The giant began to lag behind his companions as they trotted up the stair case. They didn't even notice how far behind he had fallen until they were nearly twice as far as he. Franklin noticing first quickly skipped down the steps. The portly man looked onto his giant friend with a face of concern.
"Brutus, do you need to rest?"
The giant tiredly shook his head to the question .
"We go... Save Sara." Brutus was speaking between tired breaths, now even the snake looked at him with a sad look.
"Brutus, if you become too tired then Franklin and I can finish this. We can't have you laggin behind."
Again the giant shook his head, standing up he began to ascend the stair case. The giant felt the unnatural flame burning in him, and yet even with it's otherworldly help he knew that this would very likely to be his last fight... For good or bad he did not know. |
Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
369
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Posted - 2014.03.12 20:37:00 -
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OOC: Sorry guys. Everyone and their dog invited me to play games on Steam, so I have been preoccupied between baseball, games, and assorted schoolwork. SO, I suppose I'll get my lazy self up and post in this thread. To motivate me more, catch me on Steam; add Sandromin... really, add me.
Riding to find the pack leader, Sandromin was hurrying and riding quickly through the kraws, riding on their iguas. It was a party of nearly three dozen kraw, but none had the vestments of a kraw clansman. He had to find the clansman leading the warriors here so negotiations could begin.
Looking ahead, he finally found him. Upon his shoulder was a silver pauldron, denoting his rank, and around his neck was a totem of the moons. This was the kraw. And with that, Sandromin began moving to ask questions. But first...
"Nexhawk, I've found him. We need to catch up to him and ask questions!"
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.03.13 22:52:00 -
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Nexhawk heard Sandromin's request and shouted to the rest of his scouts to lower their altitude and converge around the spot where the kraw clansman was spotted. The phoenix riders immediately flew towards the pointed location, and Nexhawk spurred Fel'ir to land right in front of the clansman. While he was en route, Nexhawk watched as the other Ashborn formed a ring in the air that simultaneously tightened and drifted to the earth, its riders coming down in helical motions. Soon enough, they encircled the kraws that gathered around their leader, and Nexhawk sent his mount straight inside the ring, causing the clansman to stop in order to avoid impact.
However, the kraws quickly recovered themselves and drew out their weapons, but Nexhawk extended his hand, palm facing the belligerents, and proclaimed, "We are not here to fight you." Then he looked behind his shoulder and nodded to Sandromin, who was quickly approaching the trap on his earthen horse.
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Galrick M'kron
Death by Disassociation
138
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Posted - 2014.03.14 13:10:00 -
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OOC: Occupied same as everyone. Schoolwork and stuff.
I really need to re-calibrate my battery... the Engineer thought as he saw his power percentage drop to 50% from the quick bit of biking. Finally braking beside Nexhawk's horse, he straightened up a bit and corroborated his ally's statement. "We come in peace," he garbled out, having forgotten to adjust his vocal settings for clearer speech.
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.03.14 22:58:00 -
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Galrick M'kron wrote:OOC: Occupied same as everyone. Schoolwork and stuff.
I really need to re-calibrate my battery... the Engineer thought as he saw his power percentage drop to 50% from the quick bit of biking. Finally braking beside Nexhawk's horse, he straightened up a bit and corroborated his ally's statement. "We come in peace," he garbled out, having forgotten to adjust his vocal settings for clearer speech.
//OOC: Just a small note - Nexhawk, just like other Ashborn scouts, is riding a phoenix. //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
159
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Posted - 2014.03.21 03:57:00 -
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-----OOC----------
Temporary hiatus in effect for the next week or two, I meant to tell you guys days ago. May or may not return in full force.
Within that time I expect Sandromin to stop neglecting the thread. That is all.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.03.30 02:14:00 -
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"My scouts report that he is entering the Palace."
"So this is it, then. The hour of reckoning."
"Indeed. We have to play smart now."
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The heavy doors of the palace opened slowly before Verephos. With quick steps, he entered the antechamber and headed straight to the Hall of Emperors. The Hall was a long rectangular chamber with pure white walls that were adorned with blue banners of Aethereum. The chamber was enveloped in light that came through large windows in the farthest end of the Hall. In front of those windows stood the throne itself. The Emperor of the Windweavers was sitting on it when Verephos came into the Hall.
A gray-haired man, clad in robes of royal, blue silk, the Emperor stood and held out his hands when he saw the Arch-Warden. "Verephos," he began, "it is great to see you!"
Verephos bowed with respect and replied, "Same to you, my Emperor! I come bearing exciting news. The Observers are close to perfecting a cure that will be able to cleanse the curse that befell the Afflicted Ones."
"The cure?" The Emperor's face exhibited a smile, albeit no hope shone through it. "And how... close are they?"
The hesitation that creeped into his voice left Verephos suspicious. "I do not know exactly, my liege... And you seem worried about these news. Why?"
"The cure will be detrimental to our empire."
The third voice entered the room as a cloaked figure descended one of the side staircases that adjoined the chamber. The cloak was made of black cloth, except for the hood that, despite being blindingly white, still concealed the face beneath. Verephos instantly recognized the figure, even though he saw it only once before.
"The Shadowed One!" The Arch-Warden drew his sword and pointed it at the infamous leader of the Purifiers. "My Emperor, this man...!"
"I know who this man is," the ruler answered and flicked his right index finger at the figure. "Show him."
The Shadowed One nodded and threw the hood off his head.
"Grand Vizier?" Verephos stared in disbelief. The man that stood in front of him, the leading cause of the civil war in the nation a moment ago, now turned out to be the Emperor's right hand since times immemorial. Could this be true?
As if replying to his thoughts, the Vizier nodded again. "It is true, Arch-Warden. And I am here to offer you a deal."
"I won't be dealing with a traitor!" Verephos turned to the Emperor. "What is going on here?"
The Emperor brought his fingers together. "The current events are necessary for the future expansion of our kingdom. Everything will fall in place, and soon Aethereum will span the entire continent."
"After half of our people are stripped of their power? Are you mad?" Verephos regained his composure. "And how did you inflict this curse upon our nation?"
"They didn't," a yet another voice echoed through the Hall. "I did."
Its owner was a woman that just came inside the chamber through the main entrance. She was wearing a black dress with elaborate ornaments that looked foreign to the culture of Windweavers. A single look at her face, and Verephos felt the floor sink beneath his feet. Although seeing her for the first time, somehow he instantly knew.
The Arch-Warden exhaled the name.
"Nak'Sora."
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
377
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Posted - 2014.03.31 04:32:00 -
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Finished everything for this week and the week to come. I'll probably have a post tomorrow due to creative juices flowing.
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Sandromin Hes
Sand Mercenary Corps Inc.
378
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Posted - 2014.04.03 23:55:00 -
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I LIED! HOWEVER, I got something. I got something, and I'm typing nao. Let's do this.
It had been an hour. A full hour had passed, but it felt like only a minute. In the dead of night, the leaders were being escorted by the Kraw into their yurts. In the entire village, there were no permanent buildings; there were only temporary tents, easy to move for their nomadic lifestyle.
The group's guide, Al-mak Thre, was bringing them to the Wiseman's yurt.
[TBC]
>A lore-weaver... a bard... a creator... a poet-warrior...
Sandromin, Champion of Arteum
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.04.04 00:56:00 -
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//OOC: By Vivec, a new development! And I know I should write a follow-up post to my subplot, but I'll be damned if Elder Scrolls Online hasn't sucked me in. //End of OOC\\
"An idea is a greater monument than a cathedral."
Jerome Lee and Robert Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.04.20 03:24:00 -
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//OOC: Man, these have been busy two weeks. I swear I'll write a continuation for my subplot tomorrow. Meanwhile, hopefully Sandromin will do the same for our main plot line... //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
159
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Posted - 2014.04.27 16:46:00 -
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Glorious return imminent...
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.04.27 20:22:00 -
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//OOC: Yet again, Thanatos and I think alike. I was halfway through this post, which used to have a (rather fiery) message about everyone's absence for nearly a month now. But then Thanatos restored my faith before I was even finished. //End of OOC\\
Everything fell into place.
Damned traitors, cursed Verephos silently. Our very rulers. Ha! They enlisted the help of a fallen god, who then inflicted a curse upon our whole country. And for what? For our people to tear itself apart!
But one question remained.
"Why?" he addressed the Emperor and the Vizier. "What do you gain by splitting the empire into two rival halves?"
"Trial by fire," the Emperor replied calmly. "Our nation has been losing influence on the continent recently. We are no longer as formidable as we used to be. Moreover, after the banishment of the Ashborn, the Hydromancers are now de facto owners of Abismonus. Nothing stops them from continuing with their conquest, and we are just as likely to be hit next as the Earth Dwellers. That's one of the reasons for which we need to bolster Aethereum."
Verephos shook his head and almost yelled. "We're in a CIVIL WAR! How the heck will you bolster our nation by breaking it apart?"
"That's where I come in," Nak'Sora said behind him. "The curse I set upon these lands did not strip the afflicted of their magical abilities. Instead, it erased their memories of the incantations and their affinity to magic. However," she took a step closer to Verephos, "that also means each Afflicted One is a clean sheet. I can give them more power than anything they've ever dreamed of, and their mind will readily accept the power due to absence of all other magical elements."
"Why should I trust you? What is your real purpose here?" Verephos was on edge of breaking down with a sudden feeling of fatigue. How is this happening...
"Because you have no other choice, and I'm here only to help you." Nak'Sora waved her right hand, and an image appeared out of thin air. "Look, and see for yourself why my solution is important."
In a circular image, Verephos saw a few people huddled in the center of a platform. Surrounded by Purifiers, they were constantly seared by small lightning bolts that did not kill, but still hurt a lot. Despite no sound coming from the image, Verephos could almost hear their screams. He recalled preventing another group of the Afflicted from being tortured in the same way. Hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
"I guess you have put them in a stalemate," the Arch-Warden said venomously. "By taking away their original powers, you leave them no choice but to accept yours, however corrupted they may be. But... why are you showing this to me?"
The Vizier gave him an answer. "After we have our new army, it will need a commander. Someone who is already experienced in this field of duty. Someone who can wield power and respect of his subjects with equal efficiency."
"You need me!" Verephos turned around with a look of surprise on his face. Liars, all of them! The Observers will conduct a cure, and everything will go back to normal. "And what if I won't do it?"
"The cure won't work." Nak'Sora sounded like she read Verephos' thoughts. "In fact, we're speaking exactly at the time when the first batch of it will be tried on an Afflicted One. Do you wish to see the results?"
Verephos remained silent, and Nak'Sora conjured another image in the air. It was a cell in the Observers' monastery. Verephos recognized Magister Occuldom and a few others gathering around a chair, where another Observer was holding a glass. The Arch-Warden guessed that he was also an Afflicted and was now ready to take the cure. Verephos' fists clenched in apprehension.
The Afflicted One drank from the cup.
Suddenly, the room in the image filled with impenetrable smoke. Verephos heard a few shouts, and then the fog dissipated ,revealing the Observers getting up from the floor and the chair empty, except for clothes that were worn a few moments ago.
Verephos' heart clenched. "Just like that..."
"Yes," Nak'Sora got rid of the disturbing picture. "There is no other salvation, Verephos. You need to trust me."
The Emperor echoed the words that the Vizier spoke earlier. "We need you, Verephos. These people that are suffering right now will soon become more powerful that their tormentors. But an army is never successful without a leader, and you will be perfect for it."
The voice of sanity protested in Verephos' mind. This is Nak'Sora we are talking about! She only works in self-interest. The Windweavers will not benefit from this corrupt deal!
But then his rationale took over. Maybe we are better off with this radical trial by fire. Maybe... whatever comes will be better than what the Afflicted Ones are enduring right now? The lesser of two evils prevailed.
Verephos sighed and nodded. "Fine. I will do it."
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Magister Occuldom was pleased. His fellow Observer, who fell victim to the curse and became one of the Afflicted, now gained all his powers back. Knowing that the formula was working, Occuldom called for a messenger and ordered, "Find Arch-Warden Verephos. Tell him that the cure for the curse is ready."
"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
159
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Posted - 2014.04.28 01:19:00 -
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-----OOC----------
Well here goes. Time for a little explanation for my absence. Remember that little story I was writing? Well it was due around the end of last month. Through the time I had I spent most of my time outlining and planning. Soon I realized the deadline had approached and I needed to actually have something presentable. So within that time I finished 47 pages, 16,0048 words. The project goals did not include finishing the entire book and that was far more than my peers with similar projects accomplished, so that was a success. Within that period I found a lot of my weaknesses in my writing, not that I expect them to disappear immediately, but now I can work on them. That coupled with the work being unfinished is why I'm unwilling to share it with you guys. Maybe one day when I've revised and finished it. I can provide a loose summary however if anyone is curious.
So now I've had time to decompress and Nexhawk has fully inspired me to continue forth. I'm a little wary about continuing where Brutus and I left off so I'm going to leave that business for tomorrow. Today I've decided to write a little one-off in memory of our dear friend Xavier, who seemingly won't be returning. I wish only the best for him, wherever he may be.
Nothingness, the worst feeling imaginable. No pain, no agony, not thoughts. Silence couldn't describe the lack of sound, and blindness could not describe the lack of light. Emptiness could not describe this feeling, or perhaps this non-feeling.
"Huh, so this is the Oblivion?"
The voiced seemed piercingly loud, but it was probably because there had been no sound before. A green light shone faintly in the nothingness, which tried so hard to speak out.
"I suppose Time is here as well"
"I am." A yellow light had appeared next to the green.
The nothingness once more tried to speak out, but of course, nothing.
"Well speak up dwarf, what are you trying to ask?"
All of a sudden an illuminated body appeared, a dwarf, taller than most. Undoubtedly from Lucia. Weakly he spoke out, surprised by the sound that escaped his newly formed lips.
"A-am I dead?" The green light laughed.
"Dead? Sanity doesn't die, it just sleeps. The correct question is, why are you here if you weren't erased. To that I respond, I don't quite know. Only gods like us come to the Oblivion, you're just the pre--image of your present self. If I were to take a guess, the meddling of the Elder Gods, namely Fate, has caused the order to fall apart."
Mistaken for a god? The dwarf smirked at the thought.
"So am I here forever?" "Likely," replied the yellow light. "To pass the Ti-- oh well I guess there isn't Time. Well there's me, but I am no one now. So I guess I should say, to ease your nothingness you should ask any question you wish, we were once gods you know, Freedom and I."
The dwarf looked puzzled for a moment, which on Dustia could have actually been ages, but for him was but a moment. Finally he understood his situation a bit.
"Who?"
The green light chuckled approvingly, " I am Freedom, that is Time. Maybe was would be a better term. We were the ethereal guardians of the mortal realm. We are merely incarnations, our roles must be filled by others at some point. Everyone dies. We are descendants of the One. One is all, and all is One. One is our birthplace, and where we shall one day return. One created gods, none created One."
"Where?"
This time, He Who Was Time spoke. "This is the Oblivion, even the gods don't know what this quite is. No god has been sent here, for this is where we are erased. Since the dawn of One, we have feared this place with all of our incarnations. It is nothingness, it is beyond terrifying."
"What?"
He Who Was Freedom responded, "So you noticed, we said no god. I can't tell you everything, but I'll tell you this. No god has been here that much is true, long ago however, one was sent here. He was cast here by Fate under the influences of the other Elders. I do hate when mortals refer to her as evil, she just couldn't understand. She couldn't help being corrupted. All actions have equal reactions. Her action was love, her reaction was something new, something we hadn't faced before. It's unfair to say it hit her first, really I was the first to experience this, she just felt the worst of it. Call it what you want mortal, like the Sandmen do, like the Ashborn do, like the Diyadians do! Tell me how the world was made. Corruption showed us a new weapon, a seed that was more powerful than all of his sins and all of his weapons. He divided the rest of his essence among his children, then used the remainder of his existence to define the seed, fear. It takes no form, we create it in ourselves, and it can birth all evils. She cast him into the Oblivion out of fear, out of love. Who knew love could birth fear? Truly that is the greatest weapon.
[Out of space]
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
159
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Posted - 2014.04.28 01:44:00 -
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[Continued]
"When?"
He Who Was Time replied, "Dustia has gone through many cycles of rebirth, much to our dismay. The gods are holding civilization in a permanent stasis. Once they learn the truth they must be wiped out, so then they are born again. We've gone through maybe 7,000 world cycles now. Far more than we should have. You see now why mortals can't understand? Fate the fallen goddess, you think she just recently turned this way on her own? All of the Elders have a hand in this and they have for too long. All of us die, did you know that? Gods too! That's this hidden truth. A mortal can slay a god, but first they must prove themselves, refine their souls, temper them like steel. That is when they gain Visus, that is when they can slay us. When one slays a god they take their place. Thus the system cleans itself out to prevent corruption. I remember my origin. San Savejo, 3047 AE, World Cycle 322,097,099. We were the largest world super power of the Southern Dustian hemisphere. I was some kind of rebel, an activist maybe. I slayed the last Freedom, he had grown complacent. With my vigor freedom spread like wildfire throughout the world. That was so long ago. Some of us stay longer than others, but for a while now, the Elders have prevented this from happening again. So why was Fate stricken so badly? Maybe because she was young? Maybe I'll explain that another time."
"Why?"
Both lights spoke, taking turns for each sentence, "Only One knows. Yes there is only so much we're unwilling to share. Oh, but what of the mortals now? Well, the Elders are fully corrupted. Fate has become a monster. Those mortals down below: Brutus, Nexhawk, Sandromin, Alixenus, Conyr, Alihes, Narrett, Sara, Sol, The Red Queen, the Archnecromancer, the Stone Man, even the real Xavier. Them and all they meet are now part of a large game. The end is coming. The final battle is slowly catching up to them, but not quite there yet. There is an adventure of sorts ahead of them. Every action is crucial, at any moment either side could crumble. It is the Battle Royale. We did all we could to ensure they can fix our mess.
The dwarf was silent for a long time, which could have actually just been a moment on Dustia, but to him it was a long time. He Who Was Once Freedom spoke one last time.
"Those heroes, then you have Thanatos. Fate is a powerful manipulator and a monster. We gods think that in order for a mortal to be a monster, they must be a hero first. Not too long ago a hero died at the hands of Fate. Yes, I pity Thanatos, who like Fate has moved them about like pawns, just as manipulative she is. Woe is the world that bred from the Dust of a hero, a monster born to swallow up another."
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
449
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Posted - 2014.04.28 02:12:00 -
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//OOC: I couldn't help but think of the Reapers while reading this narrative, Thanatos. However, a question: is this all happening solely in Xavier's mind? I'm wondering because his last location was on the Logipriests' island, where he was facing off two Ashborn scouts. //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
160
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Posted - 2014.04.28 02:14:00 -
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-----OOC----------
Since I was afraid to control his character should he return, this is supposed to be a representation of his lost sanity. Really this was just meant as a little one-off.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Thanatos 716
Isuuaya Tactical
Caldari State
161
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Posted - 2014.04.30 01:46:00 -
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-----OOC----------
Okay roll call. Everyone needs to confirm their existence. This thread WILL be revived.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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Ner'Zul Nexhawk
Forty-Nine Fedayeen
Minmatar Republic
450
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Posted - 2014.04.30 11:11:00 -
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Thanatos 716 wrote:-----OOC----------
Okay roll call. Everyone needs to confirm their existence. This thread WILL be revived.
//OOC: Still here... observing... waiting. //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
161
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Posted - 2014.05.01 23:05:00 -
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OOC: Umm I hope this thread hasn't been abandoned. Nexhawk is here, I'm here.
Sand, I don't want to have to reprimand you. Take a break from Counter-Strike and push this thing along.
"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
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